CITRA: HEY YOU! Yes YOU. Get the fuck in the car! 

MOSAIC: C’mon. We’re already running late! Shotgun!

CASCADE: Oof, my roots (as they slowly get into the back)

CITRA: Ok, so we’re going to take the new West Coast highway. It’s clean, it’s bright, it’s fruity…

MOSAIC…and the SMELLS! Oh soooo Tropical.

CASCADE: But I like the old pine road. 

MOSAIC: Nobody uses that road anymore.

CITRA: Yeah, there’s wood everywhere, it’s sticky, it’s rough. We’re going with the modern option here.

CASCADE: Fine, can you increase the bitter back here? 

CITRA: It’s perfectly bitter as is.

CASCADE: Can we stop to get some cohumulone?

MOSAIC: You already have plenty of cohumulone! 

CASCADE: I should’ve driven.

CITRA: Um, you’ve driven enough in your lifetime. Just be happy you’re still along for the ride. 

MOSAIC: (proceeds to turn the music up)