Pavi: I'm an adult.
Gracie: So?
Pavi: And that means I can have chocolate for breakfast.
Gracie: And?
Pavi: If you don't tell your parents I'll give you some to. Squeal and I'll never be this nice again.
Gracie: Go tell the boys that I just asked if you were ok.
Pavi: Oh darling it's sweet that you care. But no. I'm a bisexual, dumbass, sugar crazed, Trainwreck of a man... In short no I'm not ok.










