Oh, um, I’m smart, so you probably don’t want to talk to me.
Stop pissing on my entertainment, fuckface.
What the fuck is the matter with you? Wait, let me rephrase that: there’s something wrong with you.
Nope nope nope.
Spark rice face? I’m guessing that wasn’t it.
I can’t just make shit up; we have to work together on this.
I’m not going to tell you; stop asking.
Your point of view is valid. But it’s not the only valid point of view.
I’ve got nothing to do with it. It’s all you.
So you’re saying you’re not willing to do that because I might want you to.
I didn’t stop.
I don’t have a job, but I do have a career.
Do you have a lobster on your head?
Are you afraid? if you are, I can fix that.
No, no, I’m just being conversational. I don’t mean to imply anything.
You don’t talk to me like that. You don’t talk to anybody like that.
I just hope you have someone to take care of you.
I will never ask again.
No dice, chicken rice.
I don’t either. But this room isn’t going to look at it that way.
Here he comes. He looks hellbent on fucking something up.