John immediately scrunched his face at the other man. "You're not pretty enough." He stated firmly as if the conversation was obviously going down that path without hesitation. Of course, it was the joke that mattered. Obviously.
Turning his head to follow where Peter was looking. It sure the fuck was a tiger - it was also sure the fuck wearing a space helmet. "It sure is." John commented. Like seriously? How did it eat? Drink? Or all those other things. "How'd they get a helmet on it?" John questioned loudly, as if that was the biggest thing wrong with the picture.
John leaned on the table and stared at the tiger, drinking on his drink, because that was the perfect response to the space tiger.