Person one unrelated to person two:
You make the most idiotic assumptions, please stop, you are embarrassing yourself. This pac-man table game between us forever and the bland tacos still alive inside the tongue.
Person two unrelated to person one:
Your pictures on that wall there, invading my space, you never wanted them there before, not until I haunted the back room leaving trails of cannabis smoke like spectral vapors. Grated cheese everywhere.
Person three:
You make the most idiotic assumptions, please stop, you are embarrassing yourself. This pac-man table game between us forever and the bland tacos still alive inside the tongue. Your pictures on that wall there, invading my space, you never wanted them there before, not until I haunted the back room leaving trails of cannabis smoke like spectral vapors. Grated cheese everywhere. I heard you reading bad poetry through the door of the cellar intended for me to hear. It was terrible and again it made the most idiotic assumptions. I would have felt bad for you but the words were so incredibly self righteous, dogmatic, so laden with embarrassing cliches that I could not be bothered. Stop insulting my intelligence with your buffoonery. I am annoyed that my life has devolved to the point of having to be subjected to that kind of nonsense.
Person four unrelated to person one two and three:
I heard you reading bad poetry through the door of the cellar intended for me to hear. It was terrible and again it made the most idiotic assumptions. I would have felt bad for you but the words were so incredibly self righteous, dogmatic, so laden with embarrassing cliches that I could not be bothered. Stop insulting my intelligence with your buffoonery. I am annoyed that my life has devolved to the point of having to be subjected to that kind of nonsense.
We now serve sushi. The Pac-Man table is gone.
Person five unrelated to person one two three or four:
We now serve sushi. The Pac-Man table is gone.
It's 2012. The earth is shaking, not that I believe in that sort of thing... Would you like some extra Wasabi? Don't you think its time you found Jesus? RUN MOTHERFUCKER, RUN LIKE HELL FROM THIS AWFUL PLACE!!!!
Person six unrelated to person one two three four or five:
RUN MOTHERFUCKER, RUN LIKE HELL FROM THIS AWFUL PLACE!!!! Wait... there is nowhere to run too.
Person seven:
There is nowhere to run too. Gotta deal.
