"Your brain is dumb," he said with a shake of his head, "at least insert some perfectly good cheerleaders into your crappy dreams!" Scott told him with a shake of his head. "Yeah, I know you didn't," he answered, "but it seems like it's your new super-power." Stiles was going to have to get used to it and find a way to handle the dreams if they were going to become a thing now. He'd do what he could but Scott could only do so much.
"So you got a warning too, huh?" he said taking a drink of his soda. "I guess maybe you could ask them about the pain?" cause he really wasn't looking forward to that werewolf attack. Not even slightly. Especially if it came with added sensations. Something Scott never thought he'd say about a dream... and yet here he was.
As Stiles started reeling off the list of ingredients Scott's mouth fell open a little, just staring at his friend. "Why not just stick your head in a vat of lava and save time and money?" he said finally shaking his head. "That isn't a burger, it's people-meat in disguise!"