PIZZA PARTY

      "It's beautiful. I think--I think 'm in love." He's drooling, probably.

If she rolls her eyes any harder, they might fall out of her head.

      "Her--her arse is just bouncin'!" Amazing.

Jealous unhappy Mandy noises.

      Stoned giggling tbh.

That's super secret code language for "fuck, you're hot!" according to Rocket. In fact, his mouth has dropped open. There may or may not be drool dripping out.

      "Do you 'ave a kidney stone? 'Cause you sure is salty." Yeah, he went there. Badly.

      Her butt's totally not in a really bad spot. Or anything. "No, no, 's not the traffic. It's the drunk uni students. You ever seen a drunk uni guy with the munchies when pizza's around? Gets fookin' rabid out there, mate."

      "You know, you only call me Kevin when I piss you off." A snicker exits his mouth, and he crosses his arms. "Even though I keep tellin' ya, Mandy, it's Rocket. No matter what, it's Rocket!"

"I hate you. Scoot over so I can lay on the couch."

      "If it'll shut you up, sure." He'll scoot right on over! "D'you even know how hard it is actually t'deliver pizzas?"