LUCY. YOU HAVEN'T FED ME IN THREE DAYS. I HAVEN'T BEEN LET OUT TO THE BATHROOM IN A WEEK SO I'VE BEEN SLEEPING IN MY OWN FECAL MATTER. I RIPPED UP YOUR COUCH AND I HUMPED YOUR STUFFED BUNNY MR. POMPOM.
YOU DO A TERRIBLE JOB OF TAKING CARE OF YOUR "PETS".
[Filtered to Riley]
The more I see you, the more tempted I am to ask what sort of shampoo and conditioner you use.
Actually, I really don't care, I just like finding excuses to bother you.
[Filtered to Jazz]
If you're not stuck on bedrest, you want to learn how to shoot?
[Filtered to Bethany]
Hello there. ♥
Our last conversation was cut short. You were in the middle of downsizing my manhood, I believe. You should probably know that I still cry myself to sleep over your cutting remarks.