Editor-san, looking into Eddy's fridge: you barely have anything in here! What are you, a pesant?!
Brett and Eddy, at the same time: pesant? Don't you mean musician?
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Editor-san, looking into Eddy's fridge: you barely have anything in here! What are you, a pesant?!
Brett and Eddy, at the same time: pesant? Don't you mean musician?
Editor-san, at a mall: excuse me, can I make an announcement? I lost my friends.
Mall worker: of course!
Editor-san, at full volume on the speakers: goodbye you little shits.
Brett: tall people are the enemy
Eddy: I'm sorry, can you repeat that? I can't hear you all the way down there.
Brett, the fires of hell in his eyes: I will tie your fucking shoelaces together and you wont know until its too late.
Eddy, crouching and scrunching his eyes: who said that??
Editor-san, watching Twoset be idiots: Ling Ling, give me patience.
Brett, confused: i think you said that wrong.
Eddy, nodding: yeah, shouldn't it be strength?
Editor-san, recieving Ling Ling's patience: if I asked for strength, you would be dead.
Brett, drinking his bubble tea: (chokes on a pearl)
Brett, barely hanging on: (coughing out his left lung)
Eddy, after watching Brett writhe in pain: you dead yet?
Brett, betrayed by his one true love: i wish i was.
"Giving up? Don't you mean strategic retreat?"
-Brett and Eddy to Editor-san, after stopping in the middle of a hard part in the piece
Eddy: your eyes? I get lost in those.
Brett: your happiness? I live for that.
Editor-san: a room? Get one.
Ray: hotel? Trivago.
Eddy, greeting Brett at the door: hey man!
Brett, over at his house to film: sup dude!
Eddy, walking over to the takeout he got earlier: want some... what's it called?
Brett: what?
Eddy, a dumbass: you know? The noodle that thick and Italia- spaghetti. Want some spaghetti?
Brett, barely keeping it in: dude...