[what is this blasphemy. One must always be ready to strife. What if he was not Bro but an imposter aiming to kill Dave? Constant viligance, man.]

Dave. Bro. Things stopped bein' straightforward the second that bigass meteor tried to smash our apartment. Outside the game or not, I feel like I'm in fucking underwater Disney World. [Not that he minds Disney World. It's just that he's pretty sure he's supposed to be, you know, dead.]