[Oh god. Oh no, he screwed this up so bad. Pokey looks over his shoulder, just...wanting to make sure no one noticed how bad he screwed this up. He just rubs the back of his head, anxiously, smiling. Trying to. Oh God don't let on you know just how much of a dork you're being.]

Dude, don't worry about it. I will parade my birthday around town.

...You're a cool guy Dave. Thanks. You know. For being my friend.