"Oh, awesome, thank you."

"This has been chill. This has been good. I feel like we’re all good business partners. I’m excited to show Tommy. --Ranboo, what's your opinion on Tommy?"

"Oh, he’s-- he’s great! Tommy’s awesome."

Quietly: "I agree."

And even quieter: "I agree."

"Definitely-- Definitely gone through a lot, but I think that has made him a, a good person."

"Mm. Yeah, well, you, you seem to think that everyone going through something at least gives them some merit, you said."

"I mean, yeah! I mean, if, if no one… the only really bad people are the ones that just… are just evil because, just because, and they don’t really have any reason why. You know? Like, those are-- those are, in my opinion, those are the bad people. But… I don’t really think there’s that many people like that, so… yeah!"

"I don't know, it seems like there's plenty." 

"Does... it?"

"I mean— there's people who'll hurt you because they don't have other options, or all their other options are awful, or because they're scared or they're under threat or they don't know how not to or whatever, and— you can live with that, you know, if they're doing their best, there doesn't have to be any hard feelings. But it's not like there's any shortage of people who'll hurt you just because they fucking can." 

"There--kind of is, though? I mean, Dream, I guess, but I don't--know him very well? And he's in prison?"

No, brain. He's not saying that. 

"Right, but that's because you've got a population of like thirty-five, there's a shortage of people who will anything." 

"I mean, there isn't--there are definitely more people who hurt you for, for reasons, than there are people who will hurt you just because. We don't--um, we don't really have that much of a shortage of, of the former."

"I will definitely not try to argue that there aren't plenty of people who'll hurt you for reasons even here." 

"That's, like--I mean, that's different. People aren't, like-- bad people, for that. Most people are--most people are alright people, I think. Maybe not all of them but definitely-- definitely most people. I mean. Everybody-- everybody makes mistakes sometimes, it doesn't mean people can't--change, or do good things. I don't know about wherever you're from, but I don't think there are many evil people here, I don't know if there are--if there are any evil people here. You know?"

"Yeah, definitely, I don't think I've met anyone here I'd say is a bad person." 

"Cool. Yeah. I think--I think we agree? Then?"

I mean, no, because that was at least a quarter and possibly as much as two thirds a lie. "Yeah, I think so." 

"While you two were philosophizing I named the beef." He drops some steak to each of Ranboo and Q. It is named ☀︎Wílburger Vol. 1☀︎. "What do we think."

Oh thank goodness, a subject change. "Oooooh. Oh, that's cool. That works."

Yeah he'll take the subject change too, if only so that he doesn't have to think about what he'd get if he did math about— you know, that.

"I like it," he says, because he has learned his lesson about business models in full generality, even though honestly his thought is that there's reasons you don't usually do limited-run collectible merch that's consumable. 

“Okay, I— I think we’re getting to the point now, where I think we’re almost… we’re almost done! I mean, I, I do have a— I do have a question I want to ask, though. Let me just— Let me just put the bread in the chest. Um, this is— this is really important. This could be a make or break.” He puts the bread in the chest and walks out of the van, towards Las Nevadas, confident as anything. “Come with me.”

...sure. Okay. He'll follow. 

So does Ranboo.

He stops in front of Quackity's restaurant. "So here's our competition. Remember our competition? With the signs? Q, I want you to smash the windows." He's got a rock in his hand; he throws it to Q, hoping he has fast enough reflexes to catch it on instinct.