She glares over her shoulder at me. “Don’t be difficult.” God.
Even the stank-face is a sight to behold. “You’re the one being difficult,” I say.
“Oh, well, excuse me for feeling any opposition to you waltzing

Golly starts cracking up. Which is always an interesting experience since he’s six foot seven and 240 pounds of mahogany steel but has this high-pitched hyena giggle.

Did you really just ask him that, Coop?” Britain says.
“Coop, do you know the basic definition of stupidity?” Golly asks.
“Umm—”
“It’s doing the same thing but expecting a different result—”
“Pretty sure that’s insanity, brah.”
“Stupidity, insanity…,” Golly