T.J. the Incineroar: "Such a beautiful morning, huh, Wyatt? I mean, look at us. We look fantastic and sexy in these matching outfits. And my feet .... Whew, boy, they're so dashing when they are out in the cold."
Wyatt the Urshifu: "T.J., please, just ... focus on the road. It's freezing, and I prefer to get home soon... preferably in one piece."
T.J.: "Alright, you wuss, you're no fun. Let me slow down a bit for you...."
*The ruptured brake line begins to drip quietly out of sight as the two beefy men continue along the road, distracted by the future instead of focusing on the now.*
T.J.: "Hm.....A bit weird....But I'm sure it's nothing. I mean I'm T.J.! Nothing bad supposed to happen to me!"
T.J. the Incineroar: "Such a beautiful morning, huh, Wyatt? I mean, look at us. We look fantastic an