But we could be. You just haven't learned the power of friendship yet, but we've got time.

[They're both stuck in this place and Wade is incessant. He clutches his chest at the insult although he doesn't look that upset. Getting insulted is a pretty common occurrence for him. It hurts, yet he hides those feelings and all other trauma under a wall of idiot.]

Yeah, yeah. I'm an ugly fuck, I know. But at least I'm not a Debbie Downer. Gotta learn how to have fun sometime. There's some campfire stories later? Or maybe you could partner with the other version of you for the three-legged race?