[Like a damn remora, he and Thatch both. Well, whatever. The birdbrain can just lay over his back and... nom his hair, seriously? Eugh. The shit he puts up with. Bite his fin though and there might be trouble.

Namur shifts his arms up under his chin like a pillow, letting Marco do his thing and get it out of his system.]

Look bro. If she's too dumb t' see yer good 'nuff for her then she ain't good 'nuff for you. Even as jus' friends or whatever. Catch me?