“How is it that tiny little rock floating through space started out with some trees and some water and maybe even a couple of single-cell organisms, in the middle of some random galaxy, in an infinite universe that is so grand and mysterious, humans can’t even comprehend it and somehow we got Bluetooth and seven eleven slushies. Like what is this even made of? Are my teeth turning blue?”

“You know I thought glue sticks were going to be a lot more important than they turned out to be.”

“Ok here me out.”

“Ok.”

“Drop out of high school.”

“Right.”

“Sell our feet pics to old men.”

“As one does.”

“Get ourselves some sugar daddies.”

“Everyone should have at least one.”

“Once we’re both married with no prenup and in the will, and we get to wear expensive bathrobes with four-inch stilettos with a glass of wine, cascading down our marble staircase, we poison our husbands, collect the will and life insurance policy all while still sipping on a sexy glass of champagne.”

“Oh my god love.”

“And now that we have all the money we can focus on finding the real love of our lives, move to Norway to the mountains, and live with the woodland creatures in a castle. But on holidays we always have our yacht in Italy.”

“Great, great. Love it so much…. However comma, I do have a couple of questions…”