NARRATOR: Deck 11, 20th South at the 233rd...
M'CONGER: Mornin' Nick. Join me for breakfast?
NICK: Whatever.
M'CONGER: Cheer up! I'm going to treat you to an awesome rock-a-stack, ape-style down on Deck 15.
Five donuts and a banana all mounted teeter-totter on half a grapefruit. You'll love it!
NICK: Sure.
M'CONGER: You don't sound sure.
NICK: I spent all night dreamin' 'bout falling.
An' it was a short night anyway, 'cause o' Shodan drilling us on that Parky Batso stuff.
For all the good it'll do. I'm still under Elf's kissing curse. I need to be dreamin' 'bout girls, and kissin' em. I gotta get motivated.
M'CONGER: Nick, you've got issues. Stop worrying. Just ask somebody out, and let nature take care of the rest.
NICK: Nature? It's not that easy, M'Conger.
M'CONGER: Sure it is. Lemme give you a trick I learned from fifty thousand years of evolution.
M'CONGER: Halfway through the meal you gaze longingly at her hair, and then reach across the table to touch it gently.
Then you fake pickin' out a nit, and you pop it in your mouth.
M'CONGER: "Forget dinner, my dear. I want to eat in tonight."
NICK: It's romantic for you to eat bugs out of each others' hair?
M'CONGER: Hey, don't look at me like it's my fault. The Uplift Congress left that bit in.