Someone: If you took a shot every time you made a bad decision, how drunk would you be?
Vy: Sober. I'm not stupid.
Div: Tipsy.
KK: Wasted.
Gus & Fateen: Dead.
KK, holding a trophy: Here's your award for being the whiniest little bitch on the server.
Me: I don't WANT to be the whiniest little bitch on the server >:(
KK, holding two trophies:
KK, after consuming enough caffeine to kill three horses, crawling around the room rapidly: WHERE ARE THE FRESH CHILDREN FOR ME TO FEAST UPON?
Vy, holding up a cross, backing herself into a corner: What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK—
Someone: You're not wearing that are you?
Me: Well I wasn't... But after that delightful tone, I am.
Div: *Holds the door open for Shubham* After you
Shubham: No after you
Div: No you
Shubham: I insist, after you
Me: *Pushes past both of them* After me
Vy: What am I doing wrong?
Gus: Do you want me to answer that as your friend or as a therapist?
Vy: Friend.
Gus: Go see a therapist.
Fateen: Did- did you just refer to your train of thought as the stress express?
KK: Should I not have?
Fateen: I mean, mentally stable people don't, uh, do that.
KK: Okay, and who told you I was mentally stable?
Loki: Who hurt you?
KK: Do you want a list or what?
Loki getting his daggers ready: Actually, yes darling.
Vy: Can you recommend me a book that has made you cry?
Fateen: Marathi, 7th grade edition
Me: Okay, for this to work, you need to be mean to people, Shubham. Can you do that?
Shubham: Yeah! Try me.
Me: Okay... Get me a glass of water.
Shubham, handing me a glass of water: Here you go!
Fateen: No, Lee. We need you to say no. You have to be mean to her.
Shubham: Alright.
Div: I'll try. Lee, get me a glass of water.
Shubham: Oka- I mean, no. I will not get you a glass of water you piece of... butt.
Me: Shubham, what do you have behind your back?
Shubham: Nothing!
Fateen: Shubham, what's behind your back?
Shubham, revealing a glass of water: oKAY FINE IT'S A GLASS OF WATER
Me: Oh my god, and what's in your other hand?
Shubham: ... Another glass of water.
Div: Why?
Shubham: I FELT BAD ABOUT SAYING NO OKAY
