Stephen belongs to such random forums. (Let me guess: his username is "notstephencolbert.")

Poor Jon and the silly costumes. The things we do for love XD

“No, Jon!” Stephen said, annoyed. “Whatever you say! Got it?”

...this reminds me of that Futurama episode where Leela tries to redo her teenage years with her recently-discovered parents, and keeps having to remind them that they're supposed to boss her around.

“We need a dog. Dogs are big and powerful and manly and they don’t steal your side of the bed without a thought or decide to sleep on top of your head in the middle of the night.”

And this demands a macro of some sort. ("I have no idea what you're talking about, so here's a picture of Stephen with a cat on his head.")

Stephen + Jon + cat + dog = insta-win.

and the ability to make mental notes packed up, waved goodbye, and went on its way

*snicker*

(Also: zipper + teeth = rowr.)

“I’m not crying!” Stephen repeated about five times every half hour, patently ignoring the tears streaming down his cheeks.

Ngh. Yeah, there was no way that conversation was going to end well.

*loves on Jon, and this*