[HERE'S THIS SOAKING WET ASSHOLE JUST LOSING HIS SHIT. He's clutching Beck's arms in turn and is practically doubled over, god.]

Hahaha, we certainly are, aren't we! [Though he'll cast a glance over toward their cozy tent...] Guess we'll have to wait a bit before we lie down on our nice, clean blankets again.

[THEY DIDN'T THINK THIS THROUGH.]