David, Michael, and Hank walk out of the aquarium over a bridge. It looks way cold, man, and they're all bundled up to hell and gone. David cheerfully exclaims, "Man, isn't that aquarium incredible? Man, I could stare at those fish tanks forever!" Mike checks his watch and notes that it wasn't quite forever, just five hours. Five hours?! I told you: Fun + David = Death on a Stick. David gushes, "This is so great! I love being here together, just you, me, and Michael." Hank agrees, like someone's slipping him money underneath the table to do it. Then he scowls once David looks away. Mike asks whether they're going to get some lunch soon -- "All those fish made me hungry for chicken" -- but no! They have to get to the museum to see the dinosaur exhibit. Hank says that he hasn't been to see dinosaurs since he was in third grade; but in a tone that could be mistaken for enthusiasm, and that's how David chooses to take it. "Ha!" he chortles, "I love dinosaurs. Nice to know there's a creature actually older than me." Mike laughs, like a good indentured servant...uh, "domestic partner." And it's what, one or two by now? Boy needs to eat. Boy also needs to be asked what he'd like to do with his father, not to be handed playtime marching orders. I'm having trouble breathing just watching the poor bastard. David says that after they go to the museum, they have to go to the batting cage, and then afterward, there's an arcade he wants to check out that's supposed to be pretty cool, but that he doesn't say anything about hauling lover and son home on his shoulders once they've dropped dead from exhaustion. Mike pauses for a second, grits his teeth, and shovels after his companions.