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Way to stand your ground, Knox. Fries are a much better choice.
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Still ordering food, Rodrigo said, “and Thoos and Picknar, you may wish to try alcohol, it’s rather popular here on earth.” Thoos replied, “sure. What do you recommend?” Rodrigo said, “maybe strawberry daiquiri and a piña colada.” Rolling her eyes, the waitress said, “I’m sure there’s no better selection to go with dry toast, salad, and soda.” Knox said, “I’ll have a steak sandwich, please.” Smiling, Rodrigo said, “he’s joking. He’ll have dry toast salad soda as well.” Annoyed, Knox said, “I’d rather die.” Rodrigo turned towards him, disappointed, and said, “and here I thought you knew how to play well with others.” Knox yelled, “fine! But no toast. Um. Salad is fine. And fries and ketchup.” Satisfied, Rodrigo said, “there. doesn’t that feel better?” Grumpy, Knox replied, “unsurprisingly, no.”
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Alcohol also makes good fuel for things you want burned. Like consciousness.
When paired with alcohol, fries and ketchup are a fine meal. Now that I’m a retired drinker (having found out I wasn’t any good at handling it), I still find it a fine meal. So, go ahead, Knox – ditch the salad too.
Whereupon we discover that glax is as universal as genintonik and Swedish meatballs.
Honestly, I would be angry myself if forced to pass on a stake sandwich, favors and charity only go so far.
Knox is gonna angry himself into an early grave.
I am more and more convinced Rigo is Krepps Spirit Animal or vice versa.