I hope so too, man. I mean, how awkward would it be to hate one of two people you live next to. It'd be terrible. I'd have to wave at'cha and say g'morning like I give a shit. [ he shudders. ] We're friends. [ when he hops the fence peter strolls over to the cooler his boombox is sitting on top of. he lifts it up, using the skimmer to snatch a beer he can hurl in roman's direction. ] Heads up, bud.

It is and, uh, of course. I'm gunning for party of the year. Just need to plan it out and clear it with the almost missus.