Ramon gives him a slow, languid blink as he draws from his cigarette.
What's with this twenty questions? Now it sounds like Dolph knows exactly what he wants, but he's being coy about it for...whatever odd reason...
Ramon has no choice but to play along and continue to guess what he wants.]
...For dinner?
[What could possibly fit that description other than the first thing that comes to his mind? He seriously doubts Dolph gets that kind of kick out of pigging out like Ramon does. Just look at him, he doesn't look like he's ever met a carbohydrate in his life.]
Suit yourself, man. What's the mood? Uppers, downers, hallucinogenics...?
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Ramon gives him a slow, languid blink as he draws from his cigarette.
What's with this twenty questions? Now it sounds like Dolph knows exactly what he wants, but he's being coy about it for...whatever odd reason...
Ramon has no choice but to play along and continue to guess what he wants.]
...For dinner?
[What could possibly fit that description other than the first thing that comes to his mind? He seriously doubts Dolph gets that kind of kick out of pigging out like Ramon does. Just look at him, he doesn't look like he's ever met a carbohydrate in his life.]
Suit yourself, man. What's the mood? Uppers, downers, hallucinogenics...?