Dave is being emotionally supportive in Dirk's darkest hour, he would very much appreciate not being drowned in puppet tush for his trouble. He also doesn't appreciate the dismissive nature of the answer because he plays that card all the time and he knows damn well something is up.

"What kind of shit?" He raises an eyebrow over his shades. "If your Bro can't help you, nobody can."

Because Dave is a pillar of good advice. Look at him bury his hand into this cereal and eat it just like that. "You telling me they sell apple cinnamon cheerios? Because if they don't I want nothing to do with them." Yeah, he's going to raise those eyebrows again. "Says the one who hasn't left his room in a month. I got my own shit going on, man."


He pauses for a long moment before adding: "Cereal isn't even that unheatlthy."