Stupid scientific brain that screws up basic grammar. Make that “you’re.”
Part 2:
Will you be my dungeon master?
Yeah, I could buy you a drink, but (pulls out calculator) if I multiply the number of women I meet at the bar on an annual basis by the average price of a beer, minus the total number “ladies nights” when ladies drink free…why I could buy a new telescope with that. Now if I bought you a different drink say a cocktail, it would come out to…hey where are you going?
Here, my mom told me to offer you money if you said no.
Lower your deflector shields baby, this ship is coming in to “dock”