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[toadbreath]

Personally, I don't see why everyone's up in arms about a fucking cat. Are you shitting me? I accidentally ate my neighbor's five-month-old kid for breakfast and nobody shat themselves, so let's take a cue from Mr. and Mrs. Gomez and move the fuck on with our lives

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[weekafternext]

Eloquent and insightful as ever, Patrick.

[toadbreath]

You're literate? Well, slap my ass and call me Sally.

[weekafternext]

You're still attempting that insult, even after seeing me in my own office? Goodness.

[toadbreath]

Ah, sorry. Maybe I'd pay more attention if you wore a nice low-cut top. Show off a little bit. Your male patients will thank you. I will thank you for giving me something to do when you're blah blah blahing about some shit.

[weekafternext]

Well! That must be why my practice is doing so poorly: the height of our shirt collars. I never would have known, darling. Have you any other clever advice?

[toadbreath]

Not now. Just try that low-cut top option and you'll see how many patients you rake in. No need to thank me, unless it's with a blowjob.

[weekafternext]

I assure you, Patrick, that when I debase myself to the level of moral degradation and prostitution, you shall be the first to know.