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| Michael, how are you feeling?
I know things with you and your girlfriend haven't been great lately. | |
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| Thanks, but dealing with the problem myself, I've found, is the best way to handle things. | |
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| Hey, that's great.
Listen, I'm getting a lot of flak from your stepmother about the condition of your room... | |
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| What?
I pay my rent, right?
I don't shit on the floor, right?
There's no food or socks on the floor.
I'm just disorganized. | |
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| That's not good enough, Michael. | |
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| Holy shit.
I'm 26, you fat monkey in a man-suit.
I don't eat your food, and I barely use your electricity.
Stand up to your wife or I'll piss on the furniture. | |
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