Yo, delivery drone. Feel special. I'm mid-rant right now about why parting your hair to the right is so alpha and left is total beta cuck energy. Just put the stuff on that table next to the door.

(laughs like he invented money) You're still here? Go touch some grass. Or don’t. I’m not your dad.

Boy, these are the times.

Late. Don't I get a discount for that?.

Whoa! You have a bot? And it's dancing? What?!

(to phone) Hold on, the Uber NPC's glitching. (to Jason) I'm gonna need you to leave, we're livestreaming this.

Note to self: stay an NPC.

I got the food!

(smirks, nods) Dude—thank you. You just stopped the apocalypse and saved my sanity. These tee-tiny dictators were about two seconds away from calling to arms and eating the cat.

Oh, we can't have that now. Can we?

Well, we could—but I would definitely have to hear about it from the wife later on.

And, that's what we don't want.

Yo… Super Dad just tipped me more than the corny Lambo guy!

Til we meet again.