Breakfast is literally the only time of the day everybody gets along. Well, unless someone says something stupid, like Patrick here. He’s been really obsessed with aliens lately and it shows. Reactions to his fervid proposal for the probability of life on SimSaturn are… mixed.

Bartender: “Wait, are you guys even old enough to drink?”

Orion: “Do you really want to mess with members of the Tricou family?”

Bartender: “… Alright, two glasses of nectar, poured, coming up!”

Why is nobody helping poor Kestrel, though?!