You are N.E.S.T. level, but you are not nesting. You are, however, nestable.
So we could hunker down?
Hunk?
Fucking businessmen looking to cheat on their wives.
They could be on the down low. Might not want chicas.
Can we go to the leather bar?
I promise.
Am I wrong?
In what way?
How I feel.
You just have to do whatever you need to do to not end up like him.
Who is Dougie?
He’s this dude. I think he’s from MySpace.
You’re going to play board games? Do you know how to do that?
Do what?
Score?
We want this to be as weird as possible.
So she’ll bring that guy from work?
Anyone we don’t know is welcome. He’ll be playing cards.
Cards?
Magic?
So he has a midget cat.
What?
With those legs.
Dwarves?
Those are miniature cats. Nevermind.
If I can’t see in, I want no part of that.
There isn’t any food anywhere.
He wanted to know what you wanted, though.
Not because he cares. He just wants to know. And he’s drunk.
I say “woof”.
Wuh-luff.
He says it wrong, too.
Must be a thing.
