INDOOR SURVIVAL

“Dude, I told you to download the offline map when we still had WiFi. Now we’re totally lost. You’re always like this. You never plan for anything which always gets us into trouble.” “Whatever man. I told you Google Space’s coverage beyond Blackhole #659 is spotty as Klingon shit, so it wasn’t worth the storage on my phone.” “You would still have loads of space if you didn’t download every video on Hornpub. Why do you even like that weird ass shit?” “Everyone’s normal is different. This has nothing to do with my alien horn collection. And everything with you being an uptight, whiny, mama’s boy who doesn’t get that making questionable decisions at opportune times will always yield maximum totally excellent adventures. You’re like that one persistent cloud in an otherwise perfectly blue sky. A big pain in the ass.” “Why you gotta be so aggressive, man? You need to chill out on those energy drinks.” “Whoa wait, did you see that?” “What is... What’s that thing she’s riding?” “She’s kinda hot, in like a... Oh, you ever see From Dusk Till Dawn?” “Yeah, yeah, Salma something, she was hooooot... Until she turned uhhhh, not hot. Wait, are you talking about before or after she transformed, I know you have messed up taste.” “Hey, she’s waving to us!” “Yo, I think she’s indicating for us to follow her into that weird, swirly, dangerous looking wormhole behind her.” “I TOLD YOU MAAAAN!! MAXIMUM TOTALLY EXCELLENT ADVENTURE TIMEEEEE!” “FULL SEND DUDE! LET’S GO!”