"Well whoopidy doo for you." Shake rolled his eyes, "So let's see your pad, man! If you work from home like Carl did, it's gotta be a pretty sweet place, right?"
He stuffed the bag of doritos on a shelf and started walking down the hall to get to the front door, still flipping through his wallet. "A drivers license? They really trust me to drive? Ha! This world, it's a riot. You should see the shit they let me get away with! I went drinking last night, and let me tell you, they were amazed that I could do a kegstand. My arms are incredible!"
He probably wouldn't stop talking the whole way to Frylock's new house.