“I’m sorry, I heard you guys talking.”
“You need to un-hear all of that”
“Can I help?”
“What did I just say?”
I have better asses to fantasize about.
Anything for apple juice.
At least we have the same mindset.
So eager to have your ass kicked at Call of Duty?
I already know you won’t actually share the apple juice.
Quit fantasizing about my ass, jeez.
I might give you a sip. Maybe. If you bring over my favourite blanket to burrito in. Maaaaybe.
Guess I’ll just have to find a reason to be louder.
I have Call of Duty and a box full of apple juice.
So you can’t prove me wrong, either.
I’ve got a glass tumbler pressed against the wall which says you’re lying.
I can be pretty loud.
I have no evidence to prove you correct either way.
You heard me.
Actually, you know—these walls are pretty thick.
I don’t know how the cute little teddy bears on your allegedly flawless flashcards will feel about that smoke alarm.