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Howard, the poor man is going to have an aneurysm one of these days.
I can't tell you.
Do you have any bleach?
What am I asking? I'll call Mr. Jarvis.
Do you have any bleach?
What am I asking? I'll call Mr. Jarvis.
he has a very nice medical insurance to cover that. And I'll send him on a nice vacation. But I hate doctors.
Why can't you tell me why there's blood in my kitchen? Why do you need bleach? Can't I get the maid? Is he going to be an accomplice if you call him?
It's the dining room table. I thought it was better quality.
Maybe not but I'm still not sure why you needed to share it with me.
we can always look for a replacement. It's alright, it was pretty funny.
Oh, you know, the usual. The experiment I was working on was a little more volatile than expected. I would have been fine if I hadn't gone into the cabinet.
Because. For the blood. No, she'd faint. Probably.
I can't even remember the rest of the night. What happened after the Jarvises left?
no, we took you to the doctor for those stitches and they said you were fine.
Just very, very, very intoxicated.
Just very, very, very intoxicated.
Thank you, Jarvis. I think thats all I need from you today. I don't plan on leaving the house if possible.
Ah, well, you'd already had quite a bit to drink, and after you kissed them good night, you wanted another drink. I wasn't sure that was the best idea, but when I said that you snarled and said I'd be sleeping on the couch until my next birthday, so I got you another. After that we made out on the couch, you were going to give me a strip tease. Stopped mid through for the crackers, and that was that.
Oh, they'll live. But they won't be winning any beauty contests.
It's been a very long time since I haven't had to keep a clear head.
[ She does drink, but usually she has half of her mind on the prospect of danger. It says something about how much she trusts the companions she had last night. ]
I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you?
[ She does drink, but usually she has half of her mind on the prospect of danger. It says something about how much she trusts the companions she had last night. ]
I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you?
my ankle got glass in it and I can't walk on it. Come take care of me.
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