"Pretty sweet," Frylock echoed without really agreeing. He walked to his car, gesturing for Shake to get in on the passenger's side. "You're not driving my car. If you're so rich, you can get your own damn car."
He managed to tune out most of Shake's babble, 'mmhmm'ing here and nodding his head there. When they pulled up to his house, he sighed. "We're here." It was a house that he was sure had been bought by a wealthy man whose intentions had been to start a family. No single guy needed five bedrooms, even if one of them had been converted to a large laboratory. "There's a pool." That was what was really important.