Buzz: What? But then why did he—?

Roy: To show off for you? Buzz, my old man has like, the most respect for you. If he could trade me for you as a son, he’d do it in a heartbeat.

Buzz: Roy!!

Roy: What? He would! It’s always “Buzz is so smart! So studious! And politically involved! Wooow! If only my own son could be as much of a gods be damned nerd.”

Buzz: Pfft!

Roy: So why aren’t you sleeping? Aren’t you jet legged? Or did you…

Buzz: Energy drink.

Roy: [He snorts] Knew it. You have a problem, man.

Buzz: It’s not a problem, it’s a solution, thank you-

[A servant knocks on the door, and enters]

Servant: Your Majesty. Mr. Clarwin. You’re being summoned to the Research Sector, about your… boy? If you would follow me, please.

Buzz: The… Research Sector?

[Buzz and Roy exchange confused looks]