Gary: heeeey Avocato my man wassup

Avocato: Excuse me, who is this and what do you want with me?

Gary: it's me. Your human best friend Gary.

Avocato: Oh dear god...

Gary: what's wrong

Avocato: I was assuming one day you'd get a fancy modern phone. I was trying to prevent that day, and it seems I've failed.

Gary: why though? Why don't you want me to have a phone

Avocato: Oh I don't know, maybe it's because you could potentially GET US ALL KILLED?

Gary: when have I gotten any one of us in serious injuries for the past year or so?

Avocato: I mean you weren't the cause of anything bad that's happened from what I recall, but I have extremely low expectations now so I wouldn't be too surprised if this phone you have is actually a secret bomb that could kill us all.

Gary: it's just a phone. Calm down Avocato my god.

Gary: Plus don't you have a phone too? How are you texting me?

Avocato: I don't have a phone. I'm texting to you through the ship.

Gary: THIS SHIP HAS A TEXTING FEATURE TOO?

Avocato: Yeah.

Gary: HOW?

Avocato: Modern technology is truly one of the best things.

Gary: wait so you use this feature to send messages to other ships and planets?

Avocato: Pretty much. None of the other ships and planets are really worth communicating with though, which is why I never use the texting feature...up until now I guess.

AVA: This communication tool is also often used as a reminder and warning tool in case there's any reason I'm not there to give it out. Isn't that right my handsome robotic hunk?

HUE: Oh yeah baby.

Avocato: AVA, HUE, get the hell out of this conversation. We don't need you here.

AVA: Okay.

HUE: Roger that cat man.

(AVA and HUE have left the conversation)

Avocato: Ugh, I'm so glad they left. That gave me secondhand embarrassment.

(Little Cato has joined the conversation)

Avocato: Gary...please don't tell me you gave my son a phone...

Gary: I assure you I didn't

Little Cato: I think I made a mistake

Avocato: Sigh... yes you did my son.

(Mooncake has joined the chat)

Mooncake: chockity pok!

Avocato: I swear to god Gary you better have put Mooncake in this chat as joke.

Gary: nope. I recently taught him how to type! And it is just the most adorable thing. My Mooncake is growing up. I am crying epically.

Avocato: I think I need a nap.

(Avocato has left the chat)

Gary: sooooooooooo want to get lunch?

Little Cato: hell yeah dog

Mooncake: chockity!

(Gary, Little Cato and Mooncake have left the chat)