I just want them to be happy but the writers are messing with my OTP.
What the fuck are you talking about?
If people could stop looking at me like they’ve just seen a dead body, that’d be great.
Well, I mean, you do kinda look like shit.
Haven’t you got any sleep lately?
Um, what are you talking about?
I’m talking about you stepping the hell away from that door behind you— I do not feel like burying any bodies today.
What sort of cat is it that its that aggressive?
It’s a very close-to-a-puma kind of cat…
But — I am too tired to fight it. Go right ahead,Frankie.
Well, that was easy… which makes it boring and kind of depressing— what’s wrong, baby cheeks?
But you just said fuck — Okay.
I thought that was Drake. The ice cream and rum is off limits. You can only take two things out of Wyatt’s Grocery Shop today,we’re running low on produce.
But I am twenty three and you’re like twelve. Don’t worry, you’ll understand when you grow up.
Jesus, Drake, what’s the difference? Boo-hoo, that’s a tragedy; now watch me take the life out of the last few things you have left in your kitchen.
You have a cat?
Yes a very aggressive kind of cat so I suggest you to leave unless you wanna die.
DON’T OPEN THAT DOOR! GATO WENT LOCO!
The corner is dusty and full of spiders. No.
You took the last of the bacon and whiskey.
Alright then, watch your fucking mouth and behave.
Like Jesus said, my friend: YOLO.
— the fuck do you want?
Watch your mouth, little kid, don’t make me send you to the corner for ten minutes.
I’m here to steal your food, as usual.