Jim | Bones.
Well I didn't want to stroke your ego too much. But those Legendary Hands don't hurt either.
Tan my hide, huh? Sounds kinda kinky, Bones. And I'm not competing! Yet!
Admit it. It's kind of fun, you're totally having fun with me. I guess I can deal as long as I'm still the favorite. But you can't help me if I live in fear of all the puns. What if they're contagious? There's probably not a hypo for that.
No you're not. Because I'm such a, and I quote, "whiny little jackass" when I'm miserable with allergies. And no one wants that. But I promise to do my level best not to get killed. I don't promise not to tease you about it, though. But I'll do whatever I can not to put you through that ever again, ok?
I am jealous. Very jealous. Especially since space kind of ruined any tolerance I built up for the sun.
Your affectionate nicknames are so romantic. But c'mon, Bones. You know I'll just eat something terrible if you're not there. I could even remind you why I already know seeing you in person is way better than the big screen.