L: This kid needs to calm the fuck down. Name him Mello.
L: Goddamn get this pasty pissbaby as far from me as possible. Name him Far. No wait, he’d expect that. This little shit’s name will be Near.
L: Do we have any of those macarons left? From the Manila Mangler case, yeah. Okay, get me like five of those, three chocolate and two strawberry. Oh, the kid? Shit. What’s in this room, uh… bed? Lamp? Doormat? Name him Doormat– what do you mean that’s cruel, even by my standards? Fine. Call him Matt, fuck it. Put caramel sauce on the macarons this time, you forgot yesterday.












