anyway if you have boobs. hey.

i’m not gonna yuck your yum.

what if i joined.

watching from a nice, safe distance.

we were, actually.

with our what.

it was just . . . y’know. not like that.

IT WASN’T LIKE THAT.

WHAT WOMEN.

okay. this helps. uh. don’t bother him either.

who the fuck are you talking about

please leave men alone even if they suck oh my god

you leave that poor doctor alone or so help me god. he’s busy.

HEY.

“well, if you’re offering, i can take you up on it now. i’d rather have a guarantee on this act — i’m sure you’d understand.”

“yep. you and me both.”

“ . . . congrats, buddy! good try.”

“of course i would. i’m all ears.”

“probably pretty damn stupid if he’s thinkin’ about it with you.”

nail clippers . . .

“and if i take my fuckin’ eyes off of you, you’re doin’ something stupid, so i’m sure you can’t blame me.”

WOMEN I WILL CLEAN UNDER MY NAILS FOR YOU.

i need action NOW i need to have more action than faulkner

“YOU THINK I’D LEAVE YOU BY YOURSELF? FREAK.”

i’m going to attack him

“what’s up?”

she’s already expecting something less than pleasant.

if nothing else, at least she’s a fast learner. she’s grateful for that.

for the time being, she’s mostly just focused on the blueprint. she has assumed that this is important enough to tirum that she should really make sure she knows what she’s supposed to do.

well, andy could always use ( something * ) to do. she never really could sit still particularly well, and following blueprints comes as naturally to her as breathing.

this is a bit big for what she’s used to building, but she’s used to working on things that are at least functionally similar. +

god, i hope so.

i think it’s both of us, if that’s the case — ‘m sorry.

leave it to me to hit on a straight woman. it’s so over.