[He leans back a bit, using John as support to kick the door close. Don't want people spying on their rad love or whatever.]

Kethcup is in one of the bags. It's probably at the bottom somewhere, but it doesn't even matter. We're out of hotdogs and I wasn't willing to put it on the grocery list after puking one when we thought it would be a good idea to have a hot dog eating contest while doing shots of vodka. Worst idea by the way.

Waste of some good fucking vodka too. I got everything, princess. Got to make sure my damsel in distress is no longer distressed.