Oh, so ramen still exists even in space? That's comforting to know.

[With that quip aside, Johnny can't help but sound relieved. He despises seafood and the sea that it comes from, okay? Kerry used to eat shrimp ramen all the time, and it would stink up the place. That, plus the fact that he was typically too poor to afford anything particularly extravagant.

That is, until he became famous as a rockstar and began eating lavish steak dinners every other night.]

They're still terraforming Mars in my timeline, jackass.

[He murmurs before taking another long pull. Smell the sweet nicotine, baby. Johnny got himself a high-quality cancer stick, unlike the horrible cheap cigarettes that the people in Watson smoke. No, he got the nice shit from this one dude he knows. He forgot his name but fuck it, he has his cigarettes.]

Oh, boohoo~! Spoken like some prissy little virgin. [Johnny rolls his eyes.] Sex is just sex, okay? Nothing to be afraid of, unless you're some kind of nun, Fluffy.

[Yes, you heard correctly. Johnny just called him "Fluffy."]