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[maleficentia]

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FRIENDS, YO.

[hatesbears]

Because you fucking told me. Thrice.

What she said.

[maleficentia]

I'm certain Dickens would have approved.

Oh ho ho.

[hatesbears]

Dickens was a trumped up fairy. He fucking BETTER have.

Just the one ho, please.

[maleficentia]

Let's not go disparaging. He was likely paid by the word, you know.

You only need one ho, Asher.

[hatesbears]

Our friendship is terminated with your discovered pandering to Dickens, cuntycake.

Rose

[maleficentia]

I hadn't the slightest we were friends in the first place. Watch yourself.

Asher.

[hatesbears]

What the FUCK.

Rose.

[maleficentia]

Fuck the what.

Asher.

[hatesbears]

Fuck off, you retarded little cunt rag. Give me back my fucking present.

Rose.

[maleficentia]

Well, I've just revealed where it resides. You're welcome to come and take it. Though I'd rather you didn

Asher.

[hatesbears]

Whatever. Leave the fucking door open, and go FUCKING STEP OFF THE FUCKING EMPIRE STATE BUILDING.

Same lock.

[maleficentia]

[...] I hear plagiarism is the sincerest form of flattery.

Consider it unlocked.

Same lock.

[hatesbears]

Like I'd fucking plagiarize some PUFFED UP, shitty as hell, ADVERB ABUSING TWATFUCK.

w/e

Same lock.

[maleficentia]

You've read my--? I've used a total of one adverb in this entire conversation, but you ought to start writing for the New Yorker with that kind of creative reviewery.

"W/e?" Is that a sign you're going to pick up the phone and detail my failings as a part of the collective male sex? Go ahead. I'll wait.

Same lock.

[hatesbears]

I AM NOT SOME FUCKING WHINING PUSSY WHO BITCHES ON THE FUCKING PHONE TO HER FUCKING FRIENDS SHAREEN, NOREEN AND DARLEENE, YOU VAGINAHEAD

Same lock.

[maleficentia]

Vaginahead?

I sense your resolve is weakening. Or perhaps just your supply of insults.