Ew.
Kissing Bandit: Detestable.
Moi: What now?
Kissing Bandit: That dreadfully rude behavior.
Moi: What now?
Kissing Bandit: That, that, that… THING!
Moi: Is this a her thing or a him thing.
Kissing Bandit: *shaking hands up at the air*
Moi: Oh. Yeah. Why do you still let it bug you? Have a cigarette and chill darlin’.
Kissing Bandit: Why won’t they just DIE already.
Moi: Well. Ok. We can arrange that too.
Kissing Bandit: Damnable, detestable, disgusting thing.
Moi: All this because you’d rather spritz and wait out mildew than pick up a sponge.
Kissing Bandit: Uh Hello?! Manicure?!
Moi: Oh yeah. Right. Beg pardon. I forgot what was at stake here.
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