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Now you’re getting it. I’m almost proud, like when watching Pavarotti try to escape his cage for the first time.
Friends? Oh, no, Jeffrey. You must be mistaken. I’m just trying to get into your pants.
So that’s what all of the late-night noises I hear coming from your dorm room are. I have to say, I’m relieved. Hunter and I had a running bet. I thought Nick was trying to learn self defense; Hunter thought you two were practicing your comedy routine. Clearly we were both wrong this time.
Maybe I’ll cash in my favor sooner rather than later, and have you tell him I was right. But I’ll sleep on it. I’d rather get through these movies first and foremost. I’m already making a list of which ones you’ll be the least insufferable through.
I figured I’d impress you eventually. Here’s the thing--what could we get away with?
Heh, well, you’re doing a terrible job of it.
Yeah, way wrong. Last time Nick took a self defense course, he knocked himself out. Its safe to say, he’s not the one for it. A comedy routine? Now, that’s a joke. We’re better at singing and dancing.
That’s what you want to cash the favor in on? That?! I’d do that anyway. It might come as a surprise, but I don’t like Hunter. I’d tell him you were right every day just to see him get pissed off. Sounds good, hey, could you text me which snacks you want? I’m going to run off campus and get some of the good shit.


















