Romeo Costa:
@ZachSun, what’s with the never-ending traffic of lawyers and private investigators spilling into your house?
Romeo Costa:
Are you planning a coup?
Ollie vB:
If you are, can I be in charge of the Economic Development Administration? I love not having a job.
Ollie vB:
Scratch that.
Ollie vB:
Is the Social Security Administration available?
Ollie vB:
Two birds. One stone. I’m nothing if not efficient.
Zach Sun:
Hilarious. I’m helping Farrow out with her legal case.
Ollie vB:
All day, every day?
Ollie vB:
You seem to be solely focused on this.
Zach Sun:
May I suggest a hobby?
Zach Sun:
And a fucking life, while you’re at it?
Romeo Costa:
Do you even work on your own shit?
Ollie vB:
Or, you know, plan your own wedding for that matter?
Ollie vB:
(Your hobby suggestion is too ridiculous to entertain. Your shit show of a life is much more amusing.)
Zach Sun:
My life is a well-oiled machine.
Ollie vB:
Lube is a godsend. I love it, too.
Romeo Costa:
Is everything about sex to you, @OllievB?
Ollie vB:
Of course, not.
Ollie vB:
Some things are about watching you two succumb to the monogamous grind.
Ollie vB:
This brings me a lot of joy, believe it or not.
Romeo Costa:
I believe it.
Ollie vB:
I’m officially the last one standing.
Romeo Costa:
Unless one of your STIs spreads to your limbs.
Zach Sun:
I’m not married just yet.
Ollie vB:
I’m not talking about Dr. Ulick. She doesn’t count.
Ollie vB:
I’m talking about your little sword-yielding housekeeper.
Zach Sun:
Her name is Farrow, and she and I are strictly casual.
Ollie vB:
Respectfully, you are strictly delusional.
Romeo Costa:
I second Oliver.
Zach Sun:
Nonsense.
Zach Sun:
She’s a calculated risk.
Romeo Costa:
If so, you seriously suck at math.
Zach Sun:
You are both useless.
Ollie vB:
False.
Ollie vB:
Wait until your heart breaks.
My shoulder will be your best place to cry on.
Romeo Costa:
Aw. Where’d you learn that, Ol? Outer Banks?
Ollie vB:
It’s called culture, gentlemen.
Ollie vB:
You should try it sometime.
Ollie vB:
#JusticeForSarahCameron.
