AKA I'm lazy.
David: How did you break your leg?
Nick: Do you see those porch stairs?
David: Yes.
Nick: I didn't.
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Roger, texting: O
Syd: What?
Roger: Don't read into that.
Syd: But I will read into that.
Roger: HOW?! IT'S A LETTER!
Syd: Why is there a space after it, hmmmmm?
Roger: Dude, really?
Roger: It's a f***ing letter.
Syd: It could stand for something!
Roger: IT DOESN'T, I PROMISE!
Syd: Like Oppression! Or worse...
Roger: Dude, I just typed the letter O, that means nothing. :/
Syd: Optometrist.
Roger: Oh my God...
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Roger: What's wrong with you?
(Y/N): Off the top of my head, I'd say low self-esteem, a lack of paternal affection, and a genetic predisposition for anxiety and depression.
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Syd: Pfft, you should meet (Y/N), they're such a tsundere.
Roger: They... they just stabbed you.
Syd: So cute.
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Syd: (Y/N), do you love me?
(Y/N): Of course I do!
Syd: Would you still love me if I did something bad?
(Y/N): Well, of course I... would...
Syd: I mean something really, really—
(Y/N): Syd, what did you do?
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(Y/N): You ever see something that changes your life and you're just like "huh.."
Rick: I saw you.
(Y/N): Honestly that's so cute and sweet but it kinda makes this awkward because I was gonna show you a picture of Nick in a turkey costume.
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