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(Saturday morning, INT: MH's apartment, JH and MH on the couch)

MH: So you wanna talk about what the hell happened, there?
JH: Wallace offered to produce one of my boardgames for free, and he said that the one that I brought over probably wasn't marketable.
MH: Oh yeah, he told me about that. What happened next?
JH: Nothing. I just... didn't take it very well.
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MH: Wait, let me get this straight. You're telling me your apartment burned down, your car was totalled, you were cheated out of your insurance payout, you got shot, you were threatened with jail time for attacking a child... and the straw that breaks the camel's back is my boyfriend telling you he thinks one of your hundred boardgames might possibly not sell very well?
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[silence]
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JH: I never claimed that I make sense.
MH: Clearly!