[PM: Mariya Vsevolodovna Ivanova]

[brainward]

[Russian]What's wrong with you? What kind of sick bastard goes to the animal shelter then the strip club? Do you know what kind of ideas that gives a woman, walking into the middle of their pole dance with a kitten under your arm? For future reference, I stayed at the strip club until last call, then I picked up the fucking cat

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[PM: Lev Vsevolodovich Ivanov]

[ifnothing]

[Russian]

You're shitting me.

[PM: Mariya Vsevolodovna Ivanovа]

[brainward]

[R] Not at the moment.

[PM: Lev Vsevolodovich Ivanov]

[ifnothing]

[R] Then you're a fucking idiot.

[PM: Mariya Vsevolodovna Ivanovа]

[brainward]

[R] No. You make a big fucking deal about your cat and I try to make good on it! I try to make good on one goddamn thing, at your prompting! If you didn't want this, you wouldn't have told the whole school your cat died. What do you care about them?

Stop being so fucking proud and come get your fucking kitten. I made dinner.

[PM: Lev Vsevolodovich Ivanov]

[ifnothing]

[R] Stop whining at me like I'm responsible for all of your colossal fuck-ups and my response to your method of atonement is keeping you from redemption in the eleventh hour.

Man it the fuck up before my oven goes off and I get down there.

[PM: Mariya Vsevolodovna Ivanovа]

[brainward]

[R] I will not man it the fuck up! That's bullshit, anyhow. Go fuck yourself!

What are you bringing? Bring rolls, too.