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"So I told Carl nobody, no matter how famous their parents are, nobody's allowed to climb on the dinosaur. But of course, this went in one ear and out..."
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"So I told Carl nobody, no matter how famous their parents are, nobody's allowed to climb on the dinosaur. But of course, this went in one ear and out..." At this point, I tuned Ross out. Joey brought me closer into his lap, which I didn't think was possible.
"Let's go upstairs." Joey whispered to me almost incoherently.
"Why?" I glanced down at him with my brows furrowed in confusion.
"Because I want to freaking cuddle you." He pouted.
"Alright, but I need to finish my mocha." I nodded towards the untouched mug in my hand. "But I was really thinking we could try a couple of things...new things." I lowered my voice and discreetly ran a hand up his leg.
"Gunther, my man, get the woman a to–go cup, please. Now." Joey demanded in a shaky voice. Later that night, we were up in Monica's apartment with Janice.
"Hey, when you guys were kids, and you played Happy Days, who were you?" Ross questioned. "I was always Richie." He glanced over at us.
"I was always Joanie." Monica had a bright smile on her face.
"Question." Joey spoke up. "Was, uh, 'egg the Gellers!' the war cry of your neighborhood?" Joey looked between the two siblings.
"Ew! Ew! It's the Mattress King." Phoebe came over to the rest of us.
"Don't look, honey. Change the channel. Change the channel." Chandler instructed me.
"Wait, wait! I want to see this." Janice stopped him. "After I divorce him, half of the kingdom is going to be mine."
"Despair fills the mattress showroom. My kingdom is suddenly without a king." Janice's ex–husband sat in a throne with a crown on his head. "I'm so depressed. I'm going to slash...my prices! Check it out!" He stood up with a smile on his face, making Janice's jaw drop. "$599 for a Comfort King! $499 for a pillow top queen set! I'm going Medieval on prices!"
"What a wank." Chandler scoffed.
"Oh, I cannot believe he's using our divorce to sell mattresses." Janice shook her head.
"I know. At $499 for a pillow top queen set, who cares about divorce?" Monica exclaimed. "Those babies will sell themselves." She pointed at the screen. "I'm appalled for you, by the way." She added.
"You'll be glad I did. I'm close. I'm cheap. I'm the kings." He had his hands on his hips. Later that night, Joey and I were in my apartment.
"Can I move in with you?" Joey took my hands into his.
"Seriously? Right now?" I gave him a look. "I'm not in the mood to get into a pair of overalls and start packing."
