[ jerry places a hand dramatically on his chest, looking shocked and appalled at the suggestion of wasting his delicious candies and peppers on an unplanned barfing. excuse the frick out of you, friend. ]

I would never commit so grievous a party foul. [ the offense passes just a quickly as it came. instead, he takes a faux-grandiose voice, while fiddling with any knick knack of koby's stuff within reach, like an ADHD child digging for a stimming toy. ] There is no man, beast, god or assorted candies that can destroy me. Only I will choose to open my arms to the Sun and embrace oblivion.

[ jerry pascal is smiles and jokes and manic laughter. he's also chainsawing and enough hard drugs to kill an elephant and existential horror. these things shouldn't be able to coexist inside one person. and yet, here he is, requesting juice. ]

Papaya, please.