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(Saturday evening, INT: EB and JH's bathroom, JH is in the shower.)

JH: I am so, so, so sorry.
EB: I'm sorry!
JH: I must be the only person on the planet who's bad at passively receiving oral sex.
EB: I can assure you, you are not.
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JH: We didn't get any on the carpet, did we?
EB: Just a little, I sprayed some stuff on it. I didn't know you were going to push on the back of my head like that! I have a very sensitive gag reflex, and I ate all those queso bites...
JH: Those were for everyone!
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EB: Everyone except Max, right?
JH: Soy cheese!
EB: Really? Huh.
JH: Oh God, there's chunks under my foreskin, even. You don't think some would have gone up the peehole, do you?
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EB: Y'know, I think the enzymes and chemicals must have all separated in my stomach, and the capsaicin bonded to the oily top layer...
JH: The burning is not stopping. Do me a favour and go get the dish soap.
JH: Get some aloe.
JH: Get anything!