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and, secondly, they never claimed to exist in the first place.

- You said you couldn't keep me. - Legally, no. I can't force you.

Same thing as you and your cub scout here, I'll wager.

I guess you're not.

She won't give up until she's killed me to death!

Oops! String was slippy.

But no more tests, so you can take this pincushion home.

The doctor said we didn't have much time.

I feel fine. Honestly, I'm more concerned about Riley than I am about me.

You mean will I have sex with you?

Do we want to pick exploded monkey out of our hair?

So you messed up and now he's gone. What's wrong with him?

- You are not going to die. - Bet you say that to all the boys.

What? I softened him up.

- Should I be watching my occipital lobe? - Your what?

I'm in. Maybe we can argue some more about the French Revolution.

Like, sometimes, I write fake things in my diary in case...

You're going to die, all over some macho pissing contest?

You know what? Do it.

Taking up smoking, are you?