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Listen, Benson, we need to talk.

We are talking!

Ooh! Want to hear how many push-ups

I did at training today?

No, we need to really talk.

Oh. Okay.

This... this isn't working for me anymore.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Benson, you're a great guy, but, I have no idea

when you're coming back, or... or if you're coming back.

Sure, sure.

You know, statistically, the further away

two mates are from each other, the less likely it is

that their relationship will last.

I've done the calculations,

and our odds are only 1.35%.

Mm-hmm.

I'm... I'm sorry, Benson.

It's not you, it's just math.

I think we should just be friends.

I get it. I was sent millions of miles into space

against my will, you're back on Earth.

Are you sure you're okay?

I totally understand.

I am go-o-od.

Pa-a-a-m!

Why?!

No-o-o-o.

Okay, okay, okay. My turn.

Hmm? Hmm-hmm?

Would you rather have spaghetti for fingers

or have spiders crawl out of your mouth

every time you yawn?

Hmm. That's a good one.

If I eat my spaghetti fingers, do they grow back?

Yeah, but they're whole wheat pasta.

Aw! Sick dude!

Well in that case, I got to go with...

Uh...

Mm... Uh-oh.

Um, hey, buddy.

Everything okay, man?

No. Pam dumped me.

I've been eating all these wings,

but they're not making me feel any better.

Hey, wait, didn't you and Pam eat wings on your first date?

Oh, no!

That's why they're not working!

They're just making me think about Pam!

Whoa, whoa! Forget about wings!

Yeah, these space wings are whack anyways.

We know what'll make you feel better.

What?

Um... Um...

Frrrri... Frrrrii...

Fries!

Fries?

Crispy, delicious fries.

I'm talking curly!

Criss-cut! Wedge-cut.

Crinkle-cut!! Shoe-string!

Artisanal salt, yo!

Yeah! Fries will fill the void in my soul!

Whew! We really dodged a bullet on that one.

Where can I find fries?

Wedge-cut, criss-cut, crinkle-cut, wedge-cut,

criss-cut, crinkle-cut, shoe-strings.

I think I'm starting to feel better alread...

Oh, my gosh! It was a hit and run!

That ice cream truck guy just took off!

Are you okay?

Huh? Where am I? Who are you?

I'm Roxy, and you're in my fry truck.

Great! I'm Benson.

Can I get an order of fries?

I'm sorry, but we sold out in, like, 10 minutes.

Got to kick you out. I'm about to go on a supply run.

Ugh, typical.

The saddest day of my life, then I get hit by a truck,

and now I can't even get fries.

Why did I think fries could make me happy again?

This was dumb.

Sorry to bother you, Roxy.

Or if you want to tag along with me on my supply run,

I can make you a fresh batch when I'm done.

Really? You'd do that for me?

My fries are the best in the galaxy, Benson.

We're gonna turn that frown upside down.

Wait, are you smiling?

Yep. "Roxy's Fries..."

Guaranteed to put a smile on your face!"

All right.

So, we're just going for a quick grocery store run or something?

Not if you want the good stuff.

This is the potato planet mine.

For the good stuff,

we got it go way down there to the bottom.

You sure we can't just go to the grocery store?

Hey, there's a reason my fries are the best in the galaxy.

Come on!

Ow! That kind of hurt.

So, what do we do now?

Now we dig.

You're the boss.

Whew! This is actually kind of fun!

I think I see a smile coming on.

Oh, no! Potato bugs!

Run!

Aaaaaaah!

I just

want

some fries!

I'm trying to get through a rough day,

and I don't have time for this right now!

Benson! Help me!

Aah!

Roxy! Are you okay?

I...I think so.

Good. We better get out of here.

I can't believe you did that.

Okay, we got potato. What's next?

Um, right!

Uh, we need oil.

Okay. Barrel's in place.

Great. I'll open the valve.

Oh, here. I'll get that.