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(Friday. EXT: EB and MH are walking casually down a partially-lighted sidewalk)

MH: Soooo....
EB: Oh God, here it comes.
MH: Couldn't help but notice that the new roommate appears to be of the testicular persuasion.
EB: Yes, yes, I know. He was in a desperate spot, I felt bad for him.
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MH: Ah, the Florence Nightingale Effect. Are you sure he's not your son from the future?
EB: Quite certain, yes.
MH: So you can bone him, then.
EB: I am perfectly capable of sharing an apartment - and not a bedroom - with a fellow human being without it becoming... complicated.
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MH: Whatevs. Twenty bucks says you two are swapping your assorted fluids before the end of the fiscal year.
EB: Not happening. Not an option. Not even remotely. The possibility does not exist in this quantum reality. I have made this quite clear.
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MH: So you're saying I can have him, then.
EB: No!
MH: Ah, your monogamous jealousy has kicked in already. That twenty dollars is as good as mine.