Saturday, 11:30 AM:
MICHAEL: Shut your filthy mind-hole you treacherous savage.
MICHAEL: The wisest among us would do justice to our relationship if this were to occur.
SAM: WTF are you even talking about?
ME: I'm talking about the sapping of our worth through the commodification of irony, the rash abuse of pretension, and the wholesale abandonment of poetic license – a holy jihad against reason and stability. LOL.
SAM: I just ate a bagel.
MICHAEL: I like bagels.