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May: I have problems with a girl.
Kaleb: Like "her body won't fit in your trunk" problems or "you like her" problems?
May: .... "I like her" problems.
Kaleb: Oh.
Kaleb: Too bad. I really could've helped out this time.
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May: What do butterflies taste like?
Kaleb: They taste bad.
May:
May: So you know-
Kaleb, sweating nervously: I gave you an answer that's all you're getting.
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May: We are all Michelangelo painting the sistine chapel ceiling.
Princess: ...???
May: Stressed, broke, gay.
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May: I'm pretty but tough. Like a diamond.
Kaleb: Or beef jerky in a ball gown.
May: What the fuck does that mean?!?!?
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Princess: May, I think there's something in my room.
May: There's nothing here-
Queen: [falls off the ceiling] OH SO I'M NOTHING NOW
May and Princess: [loud screaming]
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