I'd like to refer to you, your honor, [The intonation in honor here denotes absolute levels of sarcasm-] the reference...able... case of rubber vs glue, circa playground times, when it used in a successful defense against Itsuki Nakamura, your standard wise ass of the playground variety. A total case turnaround where the court went completely silent and the result was almost a hung jury. Or, at least, hanging from the monkey bars.

[It's spoken with so much bravado and confidence, Ryuji sticking to this absurd imagery to make his point, which was, namely- that whatever Dave says will bounce off of him and stick back, like he's hopped up on the good elmer's shit.

But, otherwise, Ryuji does the Ryuji thing where once he's up, they're there, side by side, his arms crossed as they start heading off to zone the fuck out, if only to stop himself from slinging an arm around Dave casually and hanging off of him like he's wont to do.]

Maybe eat something with a ton of potassium. Like bananas. Or.... [He hums, smiling, before turning to stare at Dave and deadpan.] Banana milk.