"Please explain the nick name, cuz I think I'm missing the funny bit."
"OH MY GOD......WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!?!?!?!?!?"
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"Your name is Knox, correct."
"Wow…I actually hate you right now."
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"Knox, or Knocks is something to deal with doors. You knock on doors, there are door knockers. Would you rather be callled Doorbell?"
He rolled his eyes "I feel doorbell is shorter."
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"Alright doorbell."
He shook his head "princey."
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"Doorbell."
"Dollop head…." He muttered, referencing a show his mother used to watch
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"The cause of Ireland September 1945 crisis!"
"What?!" He stared in confusion at Peter "Uhmmm sure? I guess….."
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"Potato Famine…" Peter mumbled.
"And a Dollop of daisy works on any side dish?" he asked still really confused
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"What?" Now Peter was confused too.
" potato famine, Potatoes are a side dish, A Daisy's commercial has the word Dollop in it, A do-do-do-dollop of daisy?" he offered, only growing more confused
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"I…. I have no idea at this point."
He nodded "great talk…" He laughed and made his way left, towards a small town
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Peter followed him.
"Hungry?" He asked
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"Sure."
he glanced around for a place to eat and found a small, run-down diner "looks cheap… Unless you want to wait until we reach the hotel?"
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"It looks perfect." Peter said and laughed.
He walked into the diner and sighed "damn people can't eat anywhere else?"
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"well maybe this place is good then?"
He hoped "maybe."
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"Probably not though."
He shrugged "never know."
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"Let's sit doorbell."
"Fine, princey."
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Peter glared then walked to a table.