[Julian is strolling into the kitchen just at the right moment to witness Mr. Joshua Foley throwing popcorn in the microwave. So obviously Julian strolls over, puts a hand in the near empty bowl, and eats some of the old popcorn. He leans against the counter to face Josh, gesturing to the rec room.] What're Jono's bets? [This is business talk, Josh. Serious stuff.]
I WANT SOME FISTBUMP SHIP. GIMME IT IRIS.