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(Wednesday evening, INT: MH's living room.)

TH: Okay, Max, you only go for the Assassin's Creed thing because you trust us, right?
MH: And because I've got that whole not-knowing thing going on.
TH: And the anonymity fetish, yes.
MH: Ain't no meat like mystery meat.
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TH: But I mean... let's say we've got multiple people over. And there are blindfolds and stuff. And your father's there. And you didn't feel that you could trust us to stop the two of you from accidentally-
MH: Agh, dude. No. Don't even finish, that's disgusting.
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TH: I'm glad we're in agreement that that is a disgusting scenario, yes.
MH: It's not really in the same ballpark, though.
TH: Hey, I had to go to extremes to pick someone I knew you wouldn't want to bang. Quite frankly, that's on you.
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MH: Yeah, but, your own cock-phobia aside, you would agree that receiving fellatio from Simon is vastly preferable to receiving it from your own father, right?
TH: Well, given that my Dad has been dead for about three years, I will concede that point, yes.