Cobb: Uh, I saw Starbucks, and my brain feels like coffee!
Rob: hmmm. What does that feel like?
Cobb: Like sugar? Like hot sugar. Yea, that's it, hot sugar!
Cobb: But now it it's fine.
Rob: Oh good. Glad to hear that.
We pull up to get the coffee...
Cobb: Oh now it's in my leg!!
Rob: Is that good or bad?
Cobb: Bad. You know, it's hot like coffee!
Cobb: Oops. Sorry Dad. I burped on you.