"Man, I'm gonna have to start using you as an endorsement. My ego could use the lift, I think."

It's kind of hard to explain the phenomenon of liking each of your friends off and on while they frolic in some weird ritualistic tango of getting involved and uninvolved with each other.

Why did he have to go and get himself blown up in the middle of a serious conversation? There's just not enough room to get a joke in (it wasn't here, though, she swears).

"Well ... yeah, I guess? I didn't think about it much at first. Meteor death game 'n' ale. Figure it's worked as a pretty legit interspecies dating service for some, right? Putting people together, forcing 'em to cohabitate."