“Yeah, I got them, but they only had the red ones, not the green.”
“I asked the guy, but he didn’t have any.”
“No, I didn’t make him go back and check. What’s wrong with you?”
“Okay, sorry, sorry. Sorry.”
“I said sorry. No I don’t think it’s funny.”
“I got the candle, too. Listen, you really like the vanilla-scented?”
“Sometimes. It reminds me of incense.”
“I don’t know, just incense. It’s all the same.”
“Okay, whatever.”
“Well, I was thinking about stopping off at Kevin’s house for a minute.”
“He is not!”
“I’m not yelling, it’s just.”
“He’s not, I’m telling you.”
“Just for a minute.”
“I’ll just be a second. He’s my friend, God.”
“No, I already filled the tank.”
“I know you are.”
“I know you do.”
“Me too. Bye.”
“What?”
“No, but the book says we can use cyanide as a substitute.”
“No, I already prepared that sample. It’s in the freezer.”
“So it wouldn’t leak all over and stink up the place.”
“Because it’d congeal, and then it wouldn’t work.”
“Look, if I have to go get a fresh batch, I don’t think I’m up for it.”
“It’s just, I don’t know, we’ve been doing it an awful lot. Maybe we should stop after this one.”
“No. No, I’m not.”
“If I was, then I wouldn’t have been able to go through with it the first time.”
“Well it got the thing opened, didn’t it?”
“So? I cleaned it up and nobody heard a thing.”
“I know, I thought it’d be quiet, too.”
“Yeah, there was so much of it, all over.”
“I’m all right, I’m just tired.”
“Okay, one more and then they can all go to hell.”
“Heh, yeah, it is ironic.”
“Okay. Bye.”
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