"I think Jake's sick" you say, looking at Jake, who was currently cringing and writhing in his bed. "So I guess I'll just ask PB over"
"Are you sure she won't ruin our groove?" Marceline said, plucking at her bass strings. "You know, since she's such a brainlord and stuff"
"Maybe she could do some kind of cool sciency stuff to our music" you suggest.
Marceline shrugged. "Alright, whatever. It's been a while since I've seen Bonnie anyways"
