ok listen... friendo... my guy... i will read anything u write abt anyone ever but can i please prompt u for some egobang (14, 110, orrr 149 maybe?) OR idk i'm a raywood hoe bye (53, 87, 99, orrr 171) AM I GIVING YOU TOO MANY OPTIONS HERE I JUST WANT TO READ STUFF U WRITE BYE
[Egobang, “Oh, wow, you’re not kidding.”]
Danny never really knows how they get to these places while recording. He wants to blame Arin for bringing it up, but either way, he’s the one detailing his masturbation techniques for the general populace.
If there’s a god in this world, Barry will take pity and edit this out. For now, he’s just going to keep running his damn mouth while he watches Arin kill himself on-screen again and again; that’s basically their M.O.
“I’m just saying, it’s a hundred times better if you draw it out. I edged myself, like, eight times during one sesh and I swear I cried and passed out for a second when I came. It was that good. Don’t knock it.”
“Dude,” Arin says solemnly, “I am super hard right now.”
Danny bursts into laughter. “Wow, okay,” he says, and then he glances over and chokes on air, face flaming up. “Arin, oh my god.”
“You, uh, you weren’t kidding.”
“I said,” Arin says defensively. “You started it, with your, your bordering talk–”
“Edging,” Danny says automatically.
“Whatever, tomayto, tomahto–”
“So, like, that’s something you’re into. Like, that’s something you want to try.” Jesus. What are the chances they’re going to be able to pull this recording back from the Brink of Weird?
“Dude, no, fuck no, I’m not giving you the satisfaction, okay, if you won’t stick a finger up your ass for masturbation science, I’m not gonna border myself.”