[This particular thirteen-year-old has seen some shit in his life, so. He wouldn't quite appreciate that answer.]

You could get them one day! The Porter does that, sometimes—bring people in from one universe in batches. [As far as he's heard, anyway.] Though it's not picky about when they come from. Three of my friends here are from further into the future than I am.

[Stop giving the man hope, Dustin.]

Uh, yes, he's a pet. [Dustin is just honestly offended by this very suggestion. Okay, yes, fine, Dart may be a baby demogorgon, but he's on a meat-free diet! Nothing is going to happen that involves bloodshed and death! Dustin is making sure of it!] He likes nougat, but I'm feeding him vegetables and fruit on top of his regular candy bar. And he's not gonna incubate eggs in anyone's brain if I can help it.

...sprouting wings would be pretty cool, though.