Peeter: how is Manchester

Burrito: kinda sucks

Months: told u

Burrito: I mean it's fantastic I love it here

Burrito: American slang sorry

Peeter: bruh

Hatrick: have you gone sight seeing yet

Burrito: no

Tylenol: try any good food or

Burrito: 3 eggs and a Powerade

Months: YOU ACTUALLY ATE THOSE

Burrito: yeah there wasn't a Burger King in the airport I told you I was looking for one

Burrito: and u ignored me.

Months: that was dinner

Burrito: I think you mean it was OUR dinner

Months: starve

Tidepod: bruh

Tidepod: bruh moment

Peeter: f in the chat

Tylenol: f

Burrito: gosh guess we have to go to dinner together

Months: I'm broke

Burrito: i would offer to pay but I did not transfer my currency yet

Months: this is why we hate Americans

Months: gonna get disowned for chatting to ya

Tidepod: harsh

Hatrick: Anyways can you send pictures

Hatrick: I don't travel much

Peeter: google it

Tylenol: google is significantly less fun than receiving dumb and blurry pictures from your friends

Burrito: hey I'm a good photographer

Months: no you're not

Peeter: no you're not

Hatrick: no you're not

Tidepod: this is such a dumb conversation

Burrito: sorry I'm not interesting enough

Tidepod: it's okay I forgive you

Burrito: hey

Months: we'll go to the ATM or something when I get back

Burrito: where are you

Peeter: yay we're included

Peeter: where are you bb

Months: taking as long as possible to get back to my apartment

Burrito: I'm sorry for eating your eggs and drinking your Powerade??

Tidepod: no you're not

Burrito: no I'm not

Burrito: Dallon can we recreate this photo

Burrito:

Burrito: physical speech bubble and everything

Burrito: do u have a cropped Thrasher shirt

Months: get out of my apartment. 

Hatrick: I hate that photo

Tylenol: who is who in the photo

Burrito: I'm Max and Dallon is Roxanne

Tylenol: fucking WHAT

Tylenol: What are those names and where do they come from

Hatrick: I think he just randomly assigned names to them

Burrito: please don't tell me I'm the only one that has seen the goofy movie

Tidepod: the what

Peeter: that movie gave me nightmares

Hatrick: I've never heard of that are you sure it wasn't a shared hallucination

Burrito: YES I'm sure it was Goofy's son Max and they take an epic road trip together even though they're mad at each other because Goofy embarrassed Max and at the end Max confesses his love to his crush Roxanne and they do the ah-hyuck thing

Months: if I have to come back to my apartment to hear you go on about the Goofy movie from 1995 I will lock you in the bathroom and leave you to consume only toilet paper until you leave

Tidepod: that summary conjured memories I didn't know I had

Tidepod: the memory is so vivid yet so vague and cursed

Tidepod: me, hanging out in the kids section at the local gym. It's summer. It's hot. The Wii console is occupied. The play structure is a thousand degrees even though we're inside. The foam basketball courts are locked because someone puked in the corner. The only movie that's been playing all day is The Goofy Movie.

Tylenol: what the fuck

Burrito: this is why we don't go to the west coast you get weird cursed memories like that that'll haunt you for the rest of your life

Tidepod: don't knock it till you try it that is a prime nostalgic memory

Peeter: sugar father you concern me

Hatrick: I'm more concerned with the threat

Tylenol: I'm concerned with the state of Roxanne's apartment and how that compares to Dallon's.

Months: it doesn't compare. Brendon is dramatic.

Burrito: oh shit he's dropping periods on us

Burrito: it looks exactly like the meme

Months: no it does not

Tidepod: yes it does I Skyped you like yesterday

Months: I hate it here