Kipp: "Listen, I need to talk to you about something."
Winter: "What's wrong?"
Kipp: "It's just... I know we haven't been around each other in a while... but you've been kind of a dick ever since you got back."
Winter: "Oh, give me a break. Is this about the ice sheets on your car?"
Kipp: "Don't act like it's not a big deal. It took me ten minutes to scrape that shit off, I was almost late to work."
Winter: "This is so typical of you, I try to make something pretty and you freak out."
Kipp: "Well, what about that fucking snowfall? I was driving sideways more than I was driving straight, it's like you wanted me to crash."
Winter: "Yeah, yeah, you bitch and moan about the snow, it's been winter for less than a month, it snowed ONCE. I don't see you dropping gumdrop smiles out your ass, it's cold and there's moisture, what the hell am I supposed to do?"
Kipp: "Look man, all I'm saying is it would be nice if you'd think about the general population once in a while."
Winter: "Oh, are you talking about the general population of the Gerbers factory? I only ask because you're being such a baby I assumed we were out of Gerbers."
Kipp: "I knew this was going to happen, I bring up one problem and you shit a brick of ice. I'd just like to be able to leave my house without my icy nipples impaling small animals."
Winter: "No problem, I hear where you're coming from. I'm gonna run to the store, what size Huggies do you need?"
Kipp: "Okay, fuck this, I'm done. I'm moving to the west coast."
A few days later...
Kipp: "Hey buddy, you ready to head out to the beach?"
