"Ugh! Another horsefly! Gerroff!"
"You shouldn't be so frustrated. They just think your hair is pretty."
"I'm a guy, I don't have pretty hair- I have masculine hair!"
"They're impressed by how masculine hair can be so soft and fluffy then?"
"Lay off the style! I work hard to get it like this! Seriously, I bet you've never even met a girl with hair this soft, let alone someone as manly as me!"
"Well, I guess someone as manly as you doesn't need help getting that epipen stabbed in his butt."
"Well, I'd probably appreciate it if you could do that. You know, I wash your back, you wash mine?"
"You're gonna stab me in the butt?"
"No! Nonono! How about I… you free this Sunday?"
"Cody, I think both you and I are free everyday for the next several days."
"True, but I still needed to know. How about I take you out somewhere, somewhere nice and fancy, where we can let loose… is there a Crabby Joe's in Africa?"
"Maybe you could just stick to spear hunting a couple fish. You're pretty good at it. Or maybe you just like it when I pull all the leeches off you."
"Can't it be both?"
"...I'd prefer if it wasn't."
"Ehehehe… so, how long until we hit real civilization?"
"Well, if you wanted frozen food that badly, we could've just left with the crew."
"No, if I did that, Chris would have us wrapped around his finger eventually. Besides, I wouldn't be out here with you, right?"
"You might have been in a nice air conditioned hotel room with me instead."
"Gah… you're right."
"..."
"Hey, how about a joke! Look up!"
"...I don't see gullible written in the stars. Well, unless we count your constellation."
"I have a constellation? Wait, off-topic! I meant look at that!"
"..."
"Come on, get it?"
"Cody…"
"The moon! It's even full, just like back then!"
"I see. Your sense of humor is derived from the immense sorrow you feel. Don't worry, I can make us a call to Chris' PR department and-"
A few moments of silence ensued, before the two had their fill.
It'd be a long journey back to the real world.