Hunk: *smack smack smack smack smack*
Pidge, covering her eyes: Hunk, are you having sex in the kitchen again?
Hunk: That was one time and I didn’t know you were home. No. I’m beating the meat.
Hunk: Open your eyes.
Pidge: Oh, you’re beating ACTUAL meat.
Hunk: Tenderizing it for tomorrow’s lunch.
Pidge: That doesn’t explain why Lance is here and naked though.
Hunk: …I didn’t know you were home.
If you’re reading this the queue has started and I’m more than likely not online
Pidge: You’re friends with Lance, right?
Keith: Yeah. Why?
Pidge: Prove it.
Pidge: I’m doing a survey on how friends display their friendship. For science.
Keith: …alright. *sits down three chairs behind Lance*
Keith: *stares at Lance*
Keith: *stares at La–*
Lance, turning around: BITCH SHUT UP
Keith, laughing: I didn’t say anything.
Lance: YOU KNOW WHAT YOU SAID BITCH
Pidge, taking notes: Fascinating.