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batmobile, batcomputer, batcow, bat… brothers?
Timbo: hey jason, what do you want from starbucks?
*thirty minutes later*
Legal Zombie: nitro cold brew
Timbo: you snooze you lose
Legal Zombie: ???
Timbo: you don’t use your voice, you don’t get a choice
Legal Zombie: wtf does that mean?
Damian: What Drake means to say is that, you responded too late and he already ordered, payed, left, is now half way home, and will not be ordering you a new drink.
Legal Zombie: alright Replacement, did you at least order me something good?
Timbo: i ordered you a venti frappicino
Legal Zombie: seriously!!!
big dork energy: Tim, don’t lie in the group chat
Timbo: 🙄
big dork energy: Jason, be ordered you a grande plain pike (regular coffee) after a good five minutes of staring at the menu freaking out and getting weird looks from the baristas
Legal Zombie: lmao
Damian: Yes Todd, it was in-fact humorous to see Drake struggle.
Timbo: y’all are the worst
big dork energy: even me? 🥺🥺🥺
Timbo: with those emojis? especially you