[ jerry yawns and stretches in the sunny hammock swinging in the ocean breeze on koby’s front porch. He’s in pajamas: a hot pink croptop that reads "THOT" in bold, holographic lettering, some silk boxers covered in kittens barfing lasers, and unicorn slippers. Also, a neon rainbow colored, knee length, faux fur coat - per usual these day. he shuffles his way into koby's beachside domain home and beelines to the kitchen. ]

Yo, Kobbers, you got any juice?

[ jerry squints against the sunshine, hangover fierce enough it follows him into the horizon. as soon as koby rounds the corner, jerry has questions for him. ]

You ever dream about giant geese? Like, stupid huge, soulless, primordial geese, and hard as you try, you can't make yourself let go of the bread crusts in your hand.