But now we must pack up every piece of the life we used to love

Hey, try doing this. Go stand in front of a mirror. Make sure there's a good light source available. Open your mouth real big, say "Aaahhhhhh" and stare at the back of your throat. Do you see holes at the side? I just found some relatively sizeable and seemingly black holes at both sides. Is it normal? Do you have 'em too?

We trade these lines to get us by, but what's it matter?

Pong has come up with the perfect ultimatum to use against me. He threatened me with “I’m gonna grow up tomorrow! You can go play by yourself!”

Seriously, what a nightmare that would be! Then I can only turn to Elvis for juvenile company. But then again, even Elvis doesn’t talk like a regular 8-year-old at times.

Last week, Elvis asked me questions like why I didn’t own a house, why I wasn’t married, etc. I said I was still a kid, just like him.

Elvis: No, you’re an adult.
Me: What? No I’m not!
Elvis: You think you still small?!!
Me: …