Home for lunch.

Cayne's hair was dark, dark brown, nearly black anyway. So, whatever, your hair's black now.

Hey, Norge.

DAY-YUM

YOUR LIFE IS NOW COMPLETE:

Plurkin' for some karma.

I love being forced to listen to drunken/high rants that start philosophical and then swing into incomprehensible babble and then, finally

Um. Well.

I don't know what happened, but I'm glad you've decided to start taking better care of yourself.

Hey, we're cool. Really, don't even worry about it.