*lets her in, looking awful. tired, pale, and like he's probably been having nightmares and throwing up all day. in other words, he looks pretty much like everyone who was there*
What do you want, Leela? I'm not in a great mood today. So if you've come to threaten me and all that, could you please it along with it? I already feel badly enough, anyway.
*wearily* I'm not here to threaten you Stewie. *grin* If you feel anything like I do, then threatening is out of the question..at least for a few weeks - or until we both feel better. Deal?
I drank the last of the milk the other day..I figured I'd replace it. No poison, no hidden drugs. No ulterior motives. Well, except this.
You could have killed me. Could have shot me up good. You didn't. Coulda done it to Jack, too. You didn't. Hey -not to say we're friends - we aren't. And not to say that someday I won't come back here and discuss it with you. But - right now - I'm just thankful. Look, I didn't realize the time - I've gotta be somewhere. Here's your milk.
Stewie - you got a minute?
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What?
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What do you want, Leela? I'm not in a great mood today. So if you've come to threaten me and all that, could you please it along with it? I already feel badly enough, anyway.
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So why are you here?
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You could have killed me. Could have shot me up good. You didn't. Coulda done it to Jack, too. You didn't. Hey -not to say we're friends - we aren't. And not to say that someday I won't come back here and discuss it with you. But - right now - I'm just thankful. Look, I didn't realize the time - I've gotta be somewhere. Here's your milk.
Pleasant dreams, Master Stewart.
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And pleasant dreams to you, Mistress Leela.
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