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Shine on, you crazy diamond.

Alright.

Dude, great band.

Floyd? Yeah, definitely good stuff.

Love comfortably numb.

I'm still holding to the belief that everything is your fault.

Just so you're aware.

Whoa, what? What the fuck did I do?

I swear it wasn't me, Aunty Bea.

You're dating yourself, Kid... well, technically your parents but, you know.

I also listen to Mozart. Who's dated now, sweetie?

Still you. Might be that whole technically you're still a fetus thing, huh?

I don't think I'm even a fetus yet. Technically I'm an egg. The sperm probably hasn't been made.

Okay, smart ass.

Oh god, I'm having sex with an egg.

That's gross.

I can't believe you're replying to me while you're having sex.

...

You are so weird. So damn weird.

I get that from my dad.

You love it.

Maybe I do. Maybe.

You totally do.

You used that word. I refuse to agree on that.

I love your ass. Don't read too much into it.

Well yes, but I have an amazing ass.

Fine, I love you being a weirdo. Happy?

Yes you do.

Pleased as punch.

Pleased as punch?

Weirdo.

Nice ass.

I could play this game all day.

If you want to spend all day talking about my ass rather than touching it...

Bet you I could last longer than you.

All day doing this without touching my ass or...

You are younger than me, even now, so...

Yeah, but I get laid more often.

Rub it in, Frost.

I bet you wish I would rub it in, Austen.

...

Oh that was so mature.

And so true, too.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to put my flight for my life ahead of getting laid. Where are my priorities?