"Were you fishing for me? You better have some organic wild-caught tuna on the end of that hook for that to work."
"The red wire connects to the blue wire, except when it's close to the yellow wire. Wait, that was VCR repair. What am I doing again?"
"This is just like building a fort. Only instead of pillows and couches, it's steel barriers and dirt."
"This barrier looks like it needs some support. There, perfect. I'll just stay here."
Even though his back was turned, he was still looking at me. Looking through me.
"For reals for reals?"
"I had something in my eye. I definitely didn't just watch that scene in the Neverending Story where the horse drowns. Definitely not."
"I have to go up where?!"
"Could you paint me some sleeves? I didn't really think this whole 'cutting off the sleeves' thing through."
The trapeze.
We didn't actually have anything for him to do. We just liked watching him run back and forth across the field.
Discussing plans for the "shooting you out of a cannon onto the stage" 3rd act surprise.
Sadly they did not multiply when left on their own. We even played some R. Kelly too.
