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you’ve seen this already but i’ll NEVER WRITE MORE
Shane considers himself a relatively chill guy.
“Lackadaisical, some might say,” he says, steepling his hands in front of him as he looks directly into the camera.
“Lacka-” Ryan starts laughing and ends on that little wheeze that everyone is so fond of; Shane doesn’t count himself outside that. “Lackadaisical?”
“I am chill, Ryan. I am a chill dude.”
“What does - what does lackadaisical even mean?”
“Ah!” Shane held up one finger. “Lets see what the old Googs--”
“Googs--” The wheezing continues.
“— what the old Googs,” Shane continued, mock-severely. “Has to say. Hm. Lackadaisical. Lacking enthusiasm and determination; carelessly lazy. Well, some of that feels a bit unfair.”
“You played yourself.”
