#fullerwelsh

[moocha-muses]

"You're such a good boy, Morris-"

"Full!"

"Welcome home, bro."

"Jonah. You know, no matter what kind of day I have, I love see your face at the end of it."

"Brooo! Stooop."

[moocha-muses]

"They really shouldn't call it a demotion when you ask to be returned to you previous position, should they, Morris?"

"rrf?"

[moocha-muses]

"Have a great day saving the world, bro."

"Mmmph!"

[moocha-muses]

[moocha-muses]

"Are you really taking tips from the gardener? I suppose it's the least she could do, after tracking mud up the stairs like that."

"Music calls to us all, bro."

"I just can't believe she tipped you and not Mom - oh. She has a crush on you."

"Aw, Full! You know you're the only bro for me."

[moocha-muses]

"So. What do we think of Edie?"

"Well, I like her. Dunno about you, bro. Want me to read your mind?"

"Yes."

" . . . you definitely like her, bro. You think she's got great hair."

"Hmmph. Don't I think they're a little young to get engaged? They're babies, Jonah."

"Bro. By the time we were that age, we were already on our second kid."

"Which was ridiculous! It is a miracle things worked out this well! . . . She does have amazing hair."

"Called it."

[moocha-muses]

"The day of my grandson's engagement and I burn the french toast for the first time in my life. I hope that's not an omen."

"What's a better metaphor for the trials of marriage? Eating it anyway? Or tossing it out and forgetting it ever happened?"

"They both sound miserable. Still, everyone likes pancakes. Edie! Important question! Do you like pancakes?"

"Who doesn't?"

[moocha-muses]

"Dad!"

"Henry!"

"Bro, you must be Edie! Hank talks about you all the time."

"I don't even have to ask if they were nice; everything Hank says is nice. You raised him really well."

"Thanks, bro!"

[moocha-muses]

"Ah, sorry. I'm, uh. I'm heading out?

"Where were we-"

should i just wait to say my goodbyes

[moocha-muses]

"What are you looking at?"

"Hmm? Just the camera."

"Bro, you are really breaking the fourth wall tonight. You okay?"

"It could be dangerous. You'd better keep me quiet."

[moocha-muses]

"Bro. Do I need to beat that guy up?"

"No, it's fine. It's just game coding."

"What?"

"But thank you for the offer. Maybe I can think of someone else I need kicked around a little."

"Or maybe I should get a punching bag, and you could stick around until I need toweling off."

"That's probably a better idea, yeah."

"Because of your job, bro. Gotta set up a good example."

"Uh huh. Could you just flex for me, though?"

[moocha-muses]

"*sniff* I just wanted to check on my niece-"

"That doesn't mean you can violate our privacy!"

[moocha-muses]

"Anything good in the paper?"

"Hmm . . . ooh, a sale on strawberries. Should I pick some up on the way home?"

"Totally, bro. Pick up an extra punnet for me."

[moocha-muses]

"I knew it was a mistake to each you to dance, you enormous dork."

"Bro!"

"You love it."

[moocha-muses]

"You were supposed to draw the boss' aggro!"

"Stop doing crit damage, then!"

"Guys, I think he's about to unleash his special attack."

"Shit!"

"Okay, but seriously. Would you or would you not smooch this boss?"

"What kind of question is that, Baz?"

"It's market research, Grandpa."

[moocha-muses]

"This year's career fair is shaping up beautifully. I wanted to thank you again-"

"It's no problem, Java! We're always looking for fresh faces in the civil services. Especially fire-fighters. Our team captains keep taking maternity and paternity leave."