'Here's to another season of Bones penetrating, Ally hooking up and Jon fisting our enemies!'
'Ten out of ten! No competition needed mate...'
'Yeah.....looks like we got a winner.....'
'That's-so-dirty-Pethant...'
Taking the winner's champagne away in dominant fashion in the plot summary competition, Pethant sat down proudly at the dinner table before continuing chomping away at the food in front of him.
'Pethant, how long did it take you to figure that out?' Jon asked with genuine curiosity, 'that's some catchy click-bait you just made up!'
'A few days?' Pethant replied, scratching his head while hugging his arm around the champagne before smoothly taking off it's cap. The head rocketed off upon the release of tension, and Bones maneuvered to catch every single drop of liquid with his glass before passing it on, first to Patty and then to the rest of the party members sitting at the table.
