“Well, shit.” -J

“No fucking doy Jerry, we are in a colon!” -S

“Sam, I bet this shit goes on for miles.”-J

“What, are you trying to be funny?! I would laugh but it literally goes on for miles while we are this size. I mean, are you fucking kidding me with this shit, this literal shit, what did you expect, a fucking coffee stand?! I told you we should have gone in through the nose, there’s a lot more bang for your buck and it’s easy to leave, there’s are multiple exits! Jerry I’m glad you are having a fucking blast but we will run out of food, oxygen, and water before we make it to the small intestine! Are we done here?!”-S

“Well you’re in a shit mood”-J

Sam looks at Jerry and his shit eating grin and is aghast. No words emanate from his hung jaw and twitching tongue as he double, triple, and quadruple takes with both hands out at either side opening and clenching into fists.

“You’re not going to talk shit are you?”

Jerry says this with that same grin.

Sam walks away with the bird flipped in the direction of Jerry behind him. They do not talk for the rest of the day.