[Naturally it's when he's just left the fridges chilled confines that John calls for the rest of the shit necessary. Dave busies himself with retrieving the milk as his best friend proves he seriously needs some sleep. Way to sound like you're six sheets in the wind and plotting the end of the world there, dude.

The laughter makes him wonder if he needs to just do a good deed and knock him unconscious. He lets the thought pass as he pads back over to set the milk down and retrieve the measuring cup and the skillet.] Okay, dial back the crazy. I know you're secretly plotting to take over but don't make it so obvious to the masses. Milk retrieved. What now.