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(Wednesday, INT: EB and JH's apartment)

EB: I'm really sorry we fucked up your Spambot game, Jamie. I never really apologized properly for that.
JH: It's fine, you didn't fuck it up. The artwork isn't smudged and none of the pieces are missing. It's just a little antiseptic now, which some people would argue is a bonus.
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EB: Still, though, I really feel bad about it. Tell you what, I'ma forfeit my turn to you. And, furthermore, since Max is forbidden from asking anything sexual, I'm transferring those rights to you.
MH: What? What is this shit?
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EB: Jamie, you may ask me or dare me anything you want, including anything sexual or romantic that would normally be off-limits, and I promise I won't evict you.
MH: Ooooh! I do believe I'm witnessing the mating ritual of the four-eyed white-breasted monogamuggle! She wants to have your babies! She wants you to ask to kiss her on the lips ex-or the other lips!
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JH: Neither of you can hold your liquor worth a damn, can you?
MH: Actually, I've been sobered up for a while now, I just think it would be awesome if you two made out.