"I'm 80% sure cockpits somehow involve cocks."
"You don't have a cock."
"Woah you don't say? I had absolutely no idea that I, myself, don't have a cock! All this time, and I've never known. Thank you, oh intelligent one, for showing me the light."
"Oh ha. ha. You're the one that brought up cockpits in the first place. Why did you even mention it? We're in a fucking club, what does that have to do with cockpits?"
"Well, I was thinking about how much of a dick you are and-"
"You know what? Nevermind."
"You asked."
"I mended my ways."
"Ugh, when is she going to get here?"
"She said she needed to go find scissors somewhere. Calm down, she'll be here."
"I still can't believe you cut off my fucking--oh hey! Here she is. Can you fix my hair?"
"Oh gosh, how did your hair even get like this?"
"Ask him."
"It's better than it was before!"
"How is that possible? You know what, nevermind. Yes, I can try to fix it. Just hold still and I'll try....there!"
"Does it look okay?"
"Um, I'm not sure how to tell you this, but I think it looks worse."
