Your Boyfriend Is…well, Way Buff. Monster Buff.

They Shot Me. (talon) No, Bud. They Turned You Into Swiss Cheese. (nick)

And You, My Best Friend On Earth, My Soul Sister Who Shares Chunky Monkey Scoops And Beefcake E-mails At The Drop Of A Hat, The Woman Who Made Me Wear A Frothy, Ruffled Lime-colored Bridesmaid Dress That Added Fifteen Pounds To My Hips, Are Going To Spill Your Guts To Me, Aren’t You? (sunshine) No Fair And The Dress Wasn’t Lime, It Was Mint. (selena) It Was Lime-icky Green And I Looked Like A Sick Pistachio. (sunshine)

And You Haven’t Been Betrayed Yet, Nick. You Don’t Know What That’s Like. What It Does To You. The Scars It Leaves That Never Fade. (ambrose)

Is She Okay? I Mean, No Offense, She Sounds More Mental Than I Do.

(as She Entered The Main Room, Syn Turned Around In His Chair And Almost Fell Out Of It As He Scanned Her Body. He Cleared His Throat And Cut An Appreciative Look To Nykyrian.) Dayum…woman Be Hot. (syn)