[Dave makes a face at the smell of flowers drifting up from John. Great now he'll smell like he flopped in a field. He takes a step back and tugs at John to get him close to the peek of the roof and away from the edge. He can worry about the embarrassment factor John is all but broadcasting in a moment.]
It nearly got you flying and not in the hey fuck yeah way. This needs to stop.
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It nearly got you flying and not in the hey fuck yeah way. This needs to stop.