Mal: Okay here's the thing.
Mal: First I'm gonna buy a ship.
Mal: Then go storm chasing and learn to fly and buy my own airplane.
Mal: Then study paleontology and then become a weapons specialist.
Mal: THEN.
Mal: I'm gonna retire happily with all my favorite guys.
Mal: How's that sound?
Friend: It sounds wonderful.
Mal: Okay.
Friend: But how are you gonna pay for the ship? Ships are expensive!
Mal: Aye, so are airplanes.
Mal: I just wish I had time to do everything I want to do!
Friend: You're gonna have to make some money on the side...hmm! WRITE A SMUT BOOK!
Mal: I can write about kahunas, perhaps?
Friend: Dude, do you know how much those cheesy smut books get? Tons of dough.
Mal: ...about Jason reeling in the bathtub, and Jack rockin' that trailer!
Mal: THEN I can buy the ship.
Mal: Maybe later on down the road, I'll open my own theme park.
Mal: What say you? Will you be my first mate/co-pilot/assistant?
Mal: I wouldn't mind owning a frog farm either.
Friend: I'm not good with airplanes...they don't like me!!
Mal: You never been in one!
Mal: Airplanes love you. You just don't know it yet.
Friend: They don't like me.
Friend: They know I don't like them.
Mal: When we go storm chasing, would you mind if I put you directly in the path of the twister, just to um.....test it?
Mal: If it.....sucks you up.....then I'll know it's....yeah....and I can run and get away.
Mal: Hmm, I was thinking, if the smut book doesn't work, you know we can always get some bucks by building a castle on Mars.
Mal: And I don't care what ANYBODY says, Jupiter should be considered an enemy planet.
Mal: Are you listening to me?

*five minutes go by*

Mal: I'm trying to make life-changing plans about our future here, and you're......watching Power Rangers.
Friend: ROFLMAO!!!!
Mal: LOL
Friend: OMG! OMG OMG CAN'T.... STOP.....LAUGHING....
Mal: Can we at least try the frog farm??????? You're not answering any of my questions!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Friend: I just had to not type anything, your sentences were getting quite interesting!
Mal: Omg.
Friend: I'm sorry. I'll refrain myself from not writing.
Friend: ...NO, I will not let you put me near the damn tornado.
Mal: WHY THE HECK NOT?? ONE OF US HAS TO LIVE?!
Friend: Jupiter sounds shitty too!!!
Mal: It's an ENEMY PLANET I TELL YOU.
Friend: ...No, Mars would not be a good place to relocate.
Friend: MARS HAS NO OXYGEN!
Friend: JUST BIG ROCKS!
Mal: We'll invent panties that contain a lifetime supply of oxygen.
Friend: Panties? Lifetime oxygen? How will that work??? Will it go up our butts or something?!! ROFL.
Mal: OH, we can invent anti-gravitational bras and loinclothes too, to keep people from flapping in the wind when there's no gravity around (i.e., on the moon).
Friend: Ahh I've got to go!
Friend: Sleep well, and think about the panties invention!!
Mal: Oh POOP, just when it was getting interesting.