Ray frowned, turned to Karl with a deadpan face, his eyebrows twitching a little from pure annoyance.
"Huh?"
Karl grinned like an idiot, hands still gripping the wheel while he kept sneaking glances at Ray. His eyes were straight-up sparkling like he just struck gold.
"Bro, you got those super niche Karl Marx jokes! The one where you called me Karl but said I only got a tiny marker to blast with!"
Ray went quiet for a sec. His brain needed a minute to process Karl's overly hyped rambling. Then he just hit him with a flat, "Oh… okay."
Inside his head he was already thinking:
'This dude is actually deadass trying to become a stand-up comedian. My jokes were literally just half-assed replies to his boomer dad jokes. Is he seriously about to use that shit for open mic?'
Ray squinted at him, still frowning. "So… where the hell are we going?"
