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"Hi! You've reached Stan Pines' computer phone box thing or whatever. Leave me a message and maybe if I care enough about what you've got to say I'll actually get back to you. I probably don't, but hey! Test your luck! (Followed by obnoxious laughter until the BEEP)"

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[Stan reaches up and wow, yep. That's a cowboy hat, right over his beanie.]

Where did you-- you know what, never mind.

[He doesn't need to know. It'll ruin the magic, and besides it's actually kind of...sweet? Stan's never sure what to do with sweet, even when he appreciates it (and he does, currently, appreciate it).]

Uh. ...Yee haw! About time it got made official!

[he chuckles, sad and a little dark.]

Good! Glad I don't have to be alone with my heartbreak and bad decision making!

[He hears the dark tone and does him the kindness of ignoring it and rolling with the bit.]

Nope! Us lonely cowboys gotta stick together with our terrible decisions! Long nights out on the open trail, far away from the ones that got away...if we didn't have each other we'd lose our minds out here, succumb to desert madness or something!

[he beams, very happy not to grumble about past woes.]

Exactly!

And hey, if one of us gets scared by a scorpion or a snake, he always can crawl into the other's sleeping bag in the middle of the night to protect him.

Uh-huh. [Very dry. He sees what you're doing, Betelgeuse.] Those guys are pretty small, y'know. What happens when it gets into the bag with both of us jammed in it?