( Logan. )

All that planning and for what?

Guess if I want it done right I gotta do it myself.

Aaron babe, we should talk.

Thank God, summer's around the corner.

Wow, we all may drown. Everyone find a lifeboat.

( Logan. )

Best time of year ever.

Other than, you know, the tubbier people crowding the stores.

Gosh I just love watching all you people buzz around here, rich, poor, buff, skinny, tubby. All of you.

Fascinating stuff. Could almost keep a girl's mind off of trouble.

Ah, life's small comforts.

Gotta love this week.

Parts of it, at the very least.

Who all thinks they're going to have a sexier costume than me, hmm?

Hey Tubby-Tubby, long time no argue.

How's the tadpole?

This broke crap gets old, fast.

Playing tag-team is so much more fun than playing alone.

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( Emailed to Tesla Echolls before she leaves. )

Ah, the sweet smell of victory.

Beautiful morning.

Like the day we did it all over the house and Big Dick and the boys walked in and almost caught us, Logan.

Bratty may-as-well-be teenage girls never cease to amaze me.

Duuno how you handle it Logan, but then again you're just any other kid that knocked up his permanent girlfriend.

A good shove just isn't what it used to be.

Anybody looking for a good time? This hormonal pregnant bitches and their guard dog boyfriend/baby daddy types get old. Fast.

Morning/Afternoon/Evening sickness.

So not cool, G. So not cool.

Grounded. So grounded.

Ugh. What is this?