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“Bastard. I don’t wear Speedos.”
“I’m sorry. Thongs.”
“ . . . okay. Whatever. You will never know.”
“I could totally rape you right now. Then I’d know.”
“Yeah, but here I am, the kid who deep-throats books. I could have like . . . novel herpes or something.”
“Oh, God, not novel-herpes! Gasp, shudder!”
“You’re not funny. You know that? You’re like . . . the non-funny Lovato. You’re the Zeppo.”
“I am so funnier than Tony, bitch. You know it.”
“Tony’s a retard. He doesn’t count.”
“ . . . yeah. I actually can’t argue with you on that one . . . that kid used to lick permanent markers . . . “
”What?”
“Well, he was six, so . . . I dunno, maybe he still does it.”
“Um. Okay. That’s a rad question, though. ‘So, Tone, you still tonguin’ the Sharpies? They give you a buzz?’.”
“You can ask. He’s got like . . . retard kung-fu or something.”
“ . . . whoa, I’m scared.”
“Well, you’re the bitch in the group, Jere. You’re supposed to be all girly and lisp and cower in the corner when someone threatens you.”
“One, you’re a fucking . . . homophobe or something. Two, I could totally beat Tony’s ass.”
“ . . . yeah. You probably could.”
“Damn straight.”
“You had a question. Ask me the question so I can go back to - “
”Sexually assaulting me with your face.”
“ - napping.”
“I’m not letting you nap in my lap!”
“Hey, that’s some hardcore rhyming! Doctor Suess style!”
“Whoa. I’m a lyrical miracle.”
“Can I be your back-up and wear a big fucking pocket watch around my neck?”
“Um. Okay. That’d be rad.”
“You can be MC White-Ass, and I’m Chicago Hope.”
“You’re not from Chicago . . . “
”Same thing. Besides. It sounds rad.”
“It sounds like you’re gonna get your ass sued by network execs cause Chicago Hope is probably copy-righted.”
“Use your emcee money to get me off.”
“You think I need money to get you off?”
“ . . . dirty. You, kid, are really fucking dirty.”
“You love it.”
“Oh, God yes. It makes me hot in my boxers.”
“J. Crew?”
“Wal-Mart.”
“Hardcore.”
“Cheap as fuck. Don’t be hatin’.”
“I’m not. I love your cheap-ass boxers. They’re all cheap and . . . poly-cotton blended and shit.”
“Aw. That’s nice. I’m sorry I made fun of your thongs.”
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