[Yeah, funny how when he tries to be cute it's somehow less charming than the accidental. Although so help him - ]

Shoot cans? Let me think.

[Let him give himself a minute to get up on the couch and take a photo of that little-orphan-Annie pose.

Prior still doesn't know if the real Richie's about to walk in on himself, or if this is some sort of pocket of storm again, mixing memories with real life like a cloudy cocktail. But either way, he's keeping this one for posterity. And, maybe, blackmail.]

I can think of a place. I'll draw you a map after you promise me you're not packing a BB gun in my apartment. We're a pacifist household.

[Welcome to the pinko liberal left. He's not missed that sudden change in direction, though. Lets go back to that.]

What do you mean you didn't ralph this time? You had more?