sarah: you're kesha, right?
kesha: it is i.
sarah: okay so jack told me that you hung out with noah, is that correct?
kesha: why does it feel like i'm being questioned and about to go to jail if i say the wrong answer?
sarah: just fucking answer my question!
kesha: no need to get aggresive, honey. yes, i did hang out with noah.
sarah: have you noticed something... off? yes, off, or something odd with him?
kesha: yeah, because i know him for a long time to actually tell whether he's acting okay or not.
sarah: was he stuttering? was he nervous? did you talk to him about jack and he stammered and became flustered?
kesha: he did... wait, are you trying to tell me a message here? one which i don't quite understand because i'm really slow today.
sarah: what i'm saying is, it's obvious those two fuckers like each other.
kesha: putting the pieces together, it does look like the two feels something for each other.
sarah: we need to make a plan on how we will get those two bastards together.
kesha: ooooh! i'm in! i love gay couples!
sarah: oh my god! me too!
kesha: twinsies!
