BARRY.

"Sure, I could put it on my desk," he shrugs.

"For safekeeping. Displaying it like a desk trinket, I guess."

"Ha!" he catches the green orange construct, examining it. "Best I can do is take a picture with it?"

"Then what's that in your hands?"

// i have rambutans on my desk...... 🤤

"This became a big thing real quick, huh."

Scratches his head.

"I meant I wanted to eat one..."

It's a Southeast Asian fruit, Bart.

Kinda like lychee... and longan.

"No, no," waving his hand, "just cancel our thing for this weekend and say you hate me. It's fine."

A rambutan.

Bart, you can be all the fuit.

Which one.

I have not. They are good kids.

Reminder to bait your friend today for fun. 😁

"And you'll live without hearing my voice OR eating lunch with me ever again? If you're sure..."

Still laughing. Hysterically.

"Okay, hah— go ahead!"

Did you hear that, Hal?

HAL IS A COCONUT.

And tomatoes.

We're oranges.

"Nope. Pffft— Too late. You're a green tomato now."

He's a— a tomato...

HAHAHAHAHA.

Can confirm.

...

......

"Pfffft—HAHAHA! I meant—" wheezing. "I—? I wanted an orange?"

Thank you, Bart. Let's share!

...

"I kinda feel like an orange."

Don't even start, Hal.

But yes.

We shouldn't talk about other people's, uh, private matters.