Iosef kept looking up and nodding. Oh, were they fucked. Were they royally fucked. Which brought him to Phoenix; he missed her already.
"I don't know, there's many theories, I don't get any of them. One of my brothers says we're screwed and we're going to die here, the other has been analyzing patterns and whatnot, but since I'm supposed to be the dumb stoner I don't really get pulled into these conversations; and since we've been having problems with each other, last time we were all four in the same room, I just focused on my food." He joked. Self-deprecation wasn't a bad thing, in Iosef's opinion.