...are you hitting on me, man? [This guy apparently just bought them a whole bottle of something, then basically said he was everyone's slice of heaven. Well, at least he got a drink this time--]

You know, last time a guy made unwanted advances on me, a walking tree stuffed roots up his nose. Just sayin'.

[Shot. Shot now. Peter isn't too unnerved right now, the galaxy was made up of all sorts, but he's not stupid. Peter, if he does say so himself, is a dream too.]

And what can I do around here that's 'too stupid'? Seems like a walk in Pinocchio.