No. No. [A clang here, because Parker has thrown the communicator where it bounced against her bed, giving a sideways view of Parker in a now too tight (and torn) suit. When she speaks, it's in an angry, smarmy tone.]
No. No. You have got to be fucking kidding me. After the fucking fear gas, now this. No. Fuck. Anyone but him[Parker screams for
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Wait. Why didn't you turn into your fiance?
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Why the fuck would I turn into the creepy fucker who's stalking me? Who never leaves me alone and who invades every aspect of my fucking life?
I need booze, Denise, and I can't go to the fucking pub for it.
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Miss Parker...? Please don't bring harm to yourself. Is there anything I can do for you? Er... realistically, that is.
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Who the fuck is this?
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Fuck. Fucking Jarod.
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It'll all be over soon?
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Not fucking soon enough.
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I hate this.
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I fucking hate this too.
How are you holding up, Green?
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Not at all, really.
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Fuck this fucking place.
When I get clothing, drinking?
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