BD: Dudebro.
DB: Brodude.
BD: Like, Dudebro.
DB: Yeah, Brodude?
BD: Check it, Dudebro.
DB: I am "checking it," Brodude.
BD: Dude.
DB: Bro.
BD: Bro.
DB: Dude.
BD: Dudebro, did you "check it."
DB: Yeah, Brodude. It was fuckin' sick, Bro.
BD: Dude.
DB: Bro.
BD: Why don't we hang out anymore, Dudebro?
DB: Brodude?
BD: Not as much as we used to, Dudebro.
DB: Brodude, I'm so sorry, Brodude.
BD: I miss you, Dudebro.
DB: Brodude, I miss your scent.
BD: You miss my Bro-scent?
DB: Yeah, your Bro-scent.
BD: Dudebro, I miss the way my heart flutters around you.
DB: Bro. Dude. Same.
BD: Dudebro, I thought it was just me.
DB: No way Brodude. Bros for life Bro.
BD: Dude.
DB: Bro.
BD: DUUUUUUUUUUUUDE.
DB: BROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
BD: Yeah, Dudebro.
DB: ... Brodude?
BD: Yeah, Dudebro?
DB: Bro, I miss the way we used to cuddle at night, Bro.
BD: Dude, not so loud.
DB: Sorry, Bro.
BD: Only bros can know what bros do.
DB: Sorry, Bro. I forgot, Bro.
BD: It's chill, Dudebro.
DB: You're my dude, Bro.
BD: Dude, you're funny as shit.
DB: Bro, you always loved my jokes, Bro.
BD: I missed your jokes, Dude.
DB: Bro.
BD: Dude.
DB: Brodude.
BD: Dudebro.
DB: Let's go crush some puss together, Brodude. And stare into eachother's eyes while crushing.
BD: Dudebro, staring into your bro's eyes while crushing puss is the height of bro.
DB: I know, Brodude.
BD: I love my Dudebro.
DB: I love my Brodude.
BD: But like, not in a homo way. Like a bro way.
DB: Bro, I know, Bro.
BD: Cool, Dude.
DB: Yeah, Bro.
BD: Let's go crush some puss.
DB: Totes, Bro. Totes.