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BOBBY: [slides up next to Logan] Heyyy, Logan. Wanna help a pal?
LOGAN: [pushes Bobby away] I don't have "pals," Bub.
BOBBY: But you have "bubs"? Okay, that's cool. I can work with bub. So you wanna help a bub?
LOGAN: [growls] How much money do ya want this time, Drake?
BOBBY: Money? No! No money. Just a good bub's advice.
LOGAN: [snarling] Advice on what, Drake?
BOBBY: Wait, I thought I was Bub. Now I'm Drake again? Whatever. Anyways, I was, eh, just wonderin' how to, uh, maybe get Jubilee to, er, maybe not hate me and maybe possibly, uh, like me?
LOGAN: Define "like."
BOBBY: Uh, ya know... Like. Like like. Like like enough to maybe wanna go hang out at a movie er somethin'.
LOGAN: [stares]
BOBBY: So... Are you gonna help me or not?
LOGAN: Fine. But I don't come cheap.
BOBBY: Uh... I don't have any money...
LOGAN: Then no. Don't have any advice for ya, Bub.
BOBBY: Oh, now I'm Bub again? Crazy Canadians and their ever-changing bubiness.
PLEASE NOTE: I HAVE NOTHING AGAINST CANADIANS. I HAVE SEVERAL CANADIAN FRIENDS. THIS STORY IS JUST A FUN LITTLE ONE-SHOT THAT CAME TO ME ONE NIGHT. I MEAN NO HARM TO ANY CANADIAN READER.