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| So, I've never really gotten to know you, Kelly. I mean, we've always had the classic cook/server antagonism, and never had time to really talk. | |
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| Yeah, well, you were always too busy screaming at me and my friends to pick up the food before it got cold... I guess we never had time to "chat." | |
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| Well, now that the world is ending, I guess we have plenty of time to talk, huh? | |
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| Yeah, well, you and Kurt are the only people in the world that I have any contact with, so I guess so. | |
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| So, uh... You wanna have sex? | |
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| Wow. How romantic. But, you know, what?... I'm drunk and the Anti-Christ has risen to power, so... Yeah, whip it out, big boy. | |
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