What the hell did you just do in there?
I painted you this picture James.
I'm not talking about that, Picasso--it smells like Hurley after taco night.
I'm sorry James, but dinner did not sit well with me.
Well god damn, bigfoot, you could at least open a damned window
I don't believe in that.
Believe in what exactly?
Making your life any better.
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