"Hey, Opal, look what came in the mail."

"The fuck is this?"

"Apparently, a couple years ago, some old game dev tried to make a game about Starman. Almost got released."

"I don't know... I googled it. I don't know. Says Missus Tracey actually helped write it! That's pretty cool."

"Kind of sad. Don't you think?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, she's still... haunted by it. She's still talking about it. Okay, maybe I misspoke. Maybe it's not sad. It"s scary."

"You scared of her?"

"Duh. Nothing scarier than a grieving milf."

"Don't call her that. Please- Please don't call her that. She's like an aunt."

"Okay. Alright."

"So... Yeah."

"..."

"I'm sorry."

"You're okay."