No, we're gonna sit on the swing and drink iced tea and pretend we're eighty years old and yell at all the whippersnappers to get off our lawn.

[He rolls his eyes and gives Dick a playful grin.]

Of course you get to come inside, dude. More pizza, Mountain Dew, and ten seasons of Star Trek await us.

[Because, yeah, he's already eaten like half of this one, whoops.]