Thread:321SPONGEBOLT/@comment-30953185-20180327044153/@comment-35110919-20180609214223

Bobby: So, Lincoln. Tell me about your older sister. How's she?

Lincoln: Well, her betrothal was today and she refused to marry any of the suitors that came.

Bobby: That's a relief. It would make my heart soar if she picked me.

Clyde: Or me.

Bobby: Um, you've got an arrow stuck to your nostrils.

Clyde: I'm good here.