"oh god, he just needs to get over it."
"like, yeah..."
"like, the only reason he can never get hooked up is because he's always so depressed..."
"like... yeah..."
"seriously, he just needs to get the fuck over it."
"wait... like... how?"
"l... like... he... just needs to get over it. and stop feeling bad. then everything would be okay."
"o... oh... o... k..."
"like, he... needs to look on the bright side of things... like... he has his health.."
"o... w... wait... i think the whole point is that he wants like... something unique and comforting to be happy about. like, most people have their health? it's not really that special..."
"dude, like... stop... seriously. he has his fucking health dude. he needs to be happier or i'll never speak to him again."
"right, i mean... i'm sure that would cheer him up."
"dude... fucking stop. you're depressing me."
"whatever dude... you have your health..."