Frank, who is not named Kyle: So I said to myself: Kyle-
Trager: Wait, Kyle?
Frank: That's what I call myself.
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Frank, who is not named Kyle: So I said to myself: Kyle-
Trager: Wait, Kyle?
Frank: That's what I call myself.
Miles: Okay, all right, let's hear about the kiss. Was it like , was it like a soft brush against your lips? Or was it like a, you know, a "I gotta have you now" kind of thing?
Waylon: Well, at first it was really intense, you know. And then, oh, god, and then we just sort of sunk into it.
Blake: Okay, so, okay, was he holding you? Or was his hand like on your back?
Waylon: No, actually first they started on my waist. And then, they slid up, and then, they were in my hair.
Miles & Blake: Ohhhh.
[Meanwhile]
Eddie: And, uh, and then I kissed him.
Chris: Tongue?
Eddie: Yeah.
Chris: Cool.
Miles: What are we doing?
Waylon: Wasting our lives.
Miles: I meant for lunch.
Chris: We’ve been conducting an ongoing study to see what Walrider will and will not eat. Eddie: Grass? Yes! Chris: Moss? Yes!! Eddie: Leaves? Ohh, yes! Chris: Shoelaces? Strange but true! Eddie: Worms? Sometimes! Chris: Rocks? Usually nah. Eddie: Twigs? Usually! Chris: Frank's cooking? Inconclusive! Trager: How did you… test this? Chris: You just hand them stuff and say ‘eat this’ and if they eat it, they eat it. Trager: ... I don’t know how to feel about this. Frank: IS THAT WHERE ALL MY SPARE SHOELACES WENT?
Walrider: What does 'take out' mean? Frank: Food. Chris: Dating Trager: Murder Eddie: IT CAN MEAN ALL THREE IF YOU'RE NOT A COWARD.
Chris: Favorite horror movie? Frank: It Walrider: Saw Trager: Annabelle Eddie: High School Musical. after watching it I spent all my middle school years terrified that the entire school would start singing something and I’d be the only one who didn’t know the lyrics
Miles: Just be yourself. Eddie: 'Be myself'? Miles, I have one day to win Waylon over. How long did it take before you guys started liking me? Trager: Couple weeks. Chris: Six months. Frank: Jury’s still out. Eddie: See, Miles? Eddie: 'Be myself'. What kind of garbage advice is that?
Waylon: While I’m gone, Miles, you’re in charge. Miles: Yes!!! Waylon, whispering: Blake, you’re secretly in charge. Blake: Obviously.
Waylon: That's not funny.
Eddie: I thought it was funny.
Waylon: You don't count. You started laughing in the middle of a funeral because you started thinking of a meme you saw on Facebook.
Trager: The results are in, I’m afraid you have updog…
Eddie: What’s updog?
Trager: Frank! Get in here, I told you I could do it!
Miles: Hey, aren’t you Trager?
Trager: You a cop?
Miles: No.
Trager: Then yes, I am.
Val: I like my men like I like my soul.
Blake: You don’t have a soul.
Val: Debatable, but rather the point.
Miles: We either die free, or die trying!
Waylon: Are those the only choices?
Blake: Who knew getting in trouble would be so impossible?
Waylon: I gotta give you credit, Miles. You make it look easy.
Miles: Years of practice.
Waylon: You look mentally ill.
Miles: I am. Let’s go.
Waylon: We’re not dating!
Eddie: Not with that attitude we’re not.
Blake: So, according to my university, it is, quote, “my responsibility if there is an internet outage to contact the faculty and the department.”
Blake: Now, if you’re a critical thinker like me, you might be wondering one thing.
Blake: HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO EMAIL THE DEPARTMENT?!?!?!