[ That's a traditional Strider method of dealing with just about anything. Dave's as likely to abscond as he is to put his foot in his mouth, really. He just...really doesn't want to run away at the moment, even if he's so far avoided saying anything terribly feelings-y.

Saying you're glad someone exists one time is enough to go on for a long time after, right. They can last sixteen more years on that, right. ]

Wiz cola it is, man. Definitely offer that to more people, Wiz, you'll get lots of takers I bet? Make tons of pals. Pal-honcho it up, little dude.

[ Dave is apparently just going to encourage all the robo shenanigans here. He's a bit like a cat, pushing at a pile of plates on the corner of the counter just because it looks fun. ]

Also, when we finally get legit for real one-hundred-percent aj here - because I have lived this dream for years now and I ain't stopping now - we're having a fuckin' party. You will finally be enlightened to the ways of the path of red fruity drinks. Or green fruity drinks. I'm not even picky at this point, even though red is obviously always the superior choice. Once you go apple you don't go back, bro.

[ At...at least Dave isn't obsessed with alcohol or something? At least that. There are way worse vices than apple juice. ]