My double chin senses are tingling. Quick, pull over, a Krispie Kreme must be close by.
Brawn: Dude. Huffer: Dude. Brawn: Dude! Huffer: Dude!! Brawn: DUDE!!! Huffer:.... Brawn...Dude... Huffer: Alright, you have a good point there.
Sentinel stares at his comrade's facebook pages, eagerly awaiting them to approve his friend request.
"Hey buddy. Trypticon talked with game developers. They'll put you in the sequel. So cheer up."