I was feeling so uncoordinated I couldn’t type “YOU DIED” properly, so I just decided to roll with it and add more gibberish.
Unfortunately I couldn’t bait anything else out of this one.
Mad Poop Gobbler: YOU DIEAD Mad Poop Gobbler: DEIEESOJFAFED Mad Poop Gobbler: So dead Mad Poop Gobbler: Also I am not what you called me. That is factually incorrect Mad Poop Gobbler: And a bit rude really. I mean, there’s no need to be going with all this racist nonsense.
Bay:SO, I WENT TO THIS CHARITY EVENT WITH ERIC. WHICH IS WHY HE MISSED LASAGNA.
Nerida:Bay, STOP YELLING!
Bay:Fine, ugh. ANYWAYS, I was talking to this girl Roxanne. And you know what she told me? She told me she was Eric's girlfriend! And that they've been dating for months! Eric has a girlfriend, mom! And she's pretty and nice! And has a job! A real job!
Nerida:[Nerida remains silent. She's in complete disbelief.] You /can't/ be serious.
Bay:Dead fucking serious, man. I mean mom... I invited her over for lasagna next Saturday. I hope that was okay.
Nerida:Good. I want to meet this Roxanne. Are you drunk, sweetheart?
Bay:UGH, NO, MOM! I'VE GOTTA GO NOW. I HAVE TO GET READY FOR MY SLEEPOVER WITH LANGSTON.
Nerida:Is this a sleepover? Or an adult sleepover? Make sure he wraps it before you tap it, sweetheart.
Bay:MOM, DON'T EVER SAY THAT AGAIN, OH MY GOD.
Nerida:What? I was only trying to be helpful. Langston is a smart boy. I'm sure he's got it all under control. You made a good choice, sweetheart.