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John was in the bar, sitting at a booth, legs propped up on the table. He? Was in a very good mood. He had a cup of coffee, and a stack of blueberry pancakes and a woman he loved in his bed upstairs and life was just nice.

He was very botherable.

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"Diapers?"

"Yeah, like the ones Sumo Wrestlers wear."

"Oh! Right." He nodded. "Wow. Sorry."

"You were imagining me in Pampers, weren't you?"

He headtabled.

"Waugh."

Mike licks one of his fingers, and makes a slash-mark tally in mid-air.
There's even an accompanying sound effect to go with the handgesture.

"You suck." John said, muffled by the table.

"And when the farmboy said, You suck, he really mean, I love you."

Responds Peter Falk.

John threw a balled up napkin at him. "Nngh!!"

Mike snags the napkin out of the air, and unwads it.

"SO I guess you really don't want the right operate heavy machinery, do you?"

He sat up. "Actually I do. Does a space ship count as heavy machinery?"

"Depends, is it actually in space? Or is it on some sort of ground?
...
In space there is no weight requirement."

"Hmm. How about really big guns?" John raised his eyebrows.

Mike opens his mouth to respond, but doesn't. Not right away.

"That...that's just too easy. I can't do it, for the easy..."

"Argh!!" John headtabled again. "I am never speaking ever ever again."

"You're my special friend."

Wakko Warner drawls in John's direction.

Mikey recieved a rude hand gesture in response.

"Right. Two more white chocolate macademia. Got it."

Mike gives a whistle, and two wait rats sprint over with additional cookies.

John sat up again and beamed. "I love you. By the way, I'm John."

Mike grins.

"Mike. Pleased to meet you, John. And even if you're just proclaiming love because I'm feeding you, it's okay. I'm totally down with conditional love."

Mike. Heh. He's a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle! Of course, John had realised that before...but now he knew which one he was.

He just beamed as he ate his cookies.

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