[Dirk has to know Davesprite just wants his own Egbert-Crocker-Harley-English kid to tell him how cool he is and make cookies for him forever. He knows Dirk doesn't have a girlfriend.

Dirk only has eyes for Cal.]

Whoa, dude, if you shine any more maternally your shades will crack from the mommy-chlorian readings coming off you.

[Even as more eggs appear, he starts tucking them in the folds of the sheet-nest so they won't roll out and break all over the floor.]

Why'd you get a cake in the mail anyway, Bro? You don't have a birthday coming up, pretty sure you were fused from the dead souls of a robot and a cockatoo.