Player approached within a few feet of the top entrance of Storage, stopping for a brief moment to prepare his apologetic speech.

He inhaled and exhaled deeply, calming himself as he was expecting Stoner to act aggressive towards him after what had just happened.

He trudged along and braced himself for the worse.

Player: Hey, Stoner! Listen, I just wanna say-

Player: Whoa, what are you doing!?

He noticed Stoner was busy consuming the fuel in the red can and immediately rushed over to him, swiped the can away from him with enough force and squeezed the green bean tightly.

Luckily, he managed to get Stoner to spit out the fuel before swallowing, much to his relief.

Stoner: Hey, what'd you do that for, loserino? I was getting thirsty and, like, underhydrated!

Player: That's gasoline, Stoner! It could damage your insides! It could kill you!

Stoner: Oh, sorry Mr. Magic Man. Apparently, your advice wasn't good enough, for chill, old me?

Player: What advice? What are you talking about?

Stoner: Wow, your brain must be tinier than mine, dude. In case you got the forgetsies, or whatever, I'm gonna inform you of your little mistake. You came up to me, all cheery and was like-

Flashback (Previous Game)

Player: Stoner, you lousy, green thumbsucker! How about you focus more on the game, than on how "chill" you are, "dude"! Here's some advice your little sprout mind can handle; drink gasoline and plenty of it!

Stoner: That seems kinda... dangerous to the max, if you get my vibe.

Player: Who doesn't get your weird idiotic vibe, you green garbage? Just do it, and it'll make your death swift and painless!

Stoner was left very peeved to hear him come out with unexpected insults, but nevertheless heeded his advice.... for some reason.

Present

After hearing Stoner discuss his previous rather harsh actions, Player realised something was amiss.

Player: Hang on, Stoner. Since when have you seen me take charge like that, before?

Stoner: Back then, I think. Did you even get what I was, like, saying, this entire time?

Player: Of course, I do, Stoner. I also understand that you're always focused on the tasks provided if you're a Crewmate, regardless of whether you're in a relaxed mood or not, so why would I tell you to focus better on the game? Don't you think that's a bit redundant? It's obvious that that "Player", you're referring to, wasn't me!

Stoner thought about it for a moment and realised that Player had a point.

What was a mopey, depressed look on his face, now became a little brighter and positive.

Stoner: Hey, I just had this totally righteous thought, that maybe....you're right. And I was way incorrectomundo, dude. I'm, like, totally sorry for the misconception back there, amigo. I forgive you, man.

Stoner held out a clenched fist as a gesture for a well...brofist and Player accepted it with a smile in return.

Player: I'm sorry, either way.

Player couldn't stay for long as he had unfinished business to attend to and decided to head right directly towards Shields, where Mother is.

Player: Anyways, I better get going and finish my tasks. Remember, stay safe and don't drink that fuel!

Stoner: Gotcha!

As Player left him alone, Stoner's stomach started growling.

Stoner: Now, that I think about it, I've totally got the munchies!

He took a glance at one of the circular tables in the Cafeteria and noticed something convenient.

Stoner: Oh dude, there's a green pizza slice on the table! Totally matches my look, bro!