Brian: Karl, I need to tell you something.
Karl: Err- Okay. What is it?
Brian: I don’t want to go with you to the football game this weekend. I don’t like anything about football. I hate the game, the psychotic fans, just everything. I’d rather do something else that’s in my hometown.
Karl: I didn’t mean to make you feel that way, Brian. I just thought maybe we’d try something different. Try to expand our friend base. What do you want to do?
Brian: I thought maybe we could go this comic book convention for Invaders of the Cerebellum. The storyline is fascinating; plus, there’s a girl there a want to see.
Karl: A girl? Are you shitting me?
Brian: It’s Molly. She e-mailed me and asked me if I would be at the convention. I miss her, Karl. I haven’t found anyone else here that I care about. She’s still single.
Karl: You look desperate. It’s pathetic. Man up.
Brian: I need your help. I need your guidance. Be my Yoda.
Karl: God, you’re weird. But, I suppose I’ll take you under my wing, young Jedi.
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