Carl: I’m just sad and there’s no one here I can talk to, you know I don’t usually do this. Sorry about complaining. This is stupid.
Mac: Shut up. You know I don’t care. How can I help with the sad part?
Carl: Thanks, but I don’t know. I don’t think you can.
Mac: No, I got it. Okay, right now I’m making a real silly face. Like, it’s all scrunched up and puckered, you know, my rumplestiltskin face? I need you to picture that. Are you picturing that?
Carl: I’m picturing it.
Mac: Okay, now in a goofy voice, the weird friendly alien one that kinda sounds like kermit but kinda not, in that voice I’m saying “Let’s turn that FROWN upside DOWN!!”
Carl: Oh jesus.
Mac: And then I finish with a stupid little jig, with high knee steps, and arm pumping. With the face. Still picture the face with all that.
Carl: So dumb.
Mac: Ugh. Aaaand while dancing I slip on a comically placed banana peel.
Carl: Alright I feel better now.
Mac: Good. Stay that way.
