(Establishing Shot: Dale's Room)

(June resting in Dale's bed)

Narration: I brought him here since my house is closer.

Dale: (haphazardly puts damp towel on June's face) Why are you weak as hell?

June: It was chaotic. I heard everything, saw everything, the girls were too strong, the blinking lights . . . Just pure chaos.

Dale: Then why did you even agree going to an arcade?

June: Because, I wanted you to spend time with Miss June. You like her, right?

Dale: (hits June's head) She has a girlfriend, idiot. I don't have a shot with her. I never had. She's way above my league.

(Contemplative silence in the room)

June: So that was not her sister?

Dale: Which part of our interaction made you think that?!

June: . . . So you're giving up on Miss June?

Dale: Yeah, it's alright. I don't think I'll be able to make her happy, anyway. She likes the outdoors, the outdoors will kill me, there's just this conflict of interest that both end in me dying.

June: I will still be your wingman if you ever find another suitable mate.

Date: I'd rather a wingman who can read social cues, thank you.

June: (scowls then covers his mouth)

Dale: What, you have a violent reaction?

June: (throws up on Dale)

Dale: (too disgusted to react violently) You weak, disgusting piece of shit.