LOLLY GAGGIN’!
Me: PRIVATE!
Me: HEAD OUTSIDE AND CLEAN THE POOP DECK!
Me: AND NO LOLLY GAGGING OR SO HELP ME I WILL SHAVE YOUR GENITALS OFF WITH THE TOE OF MY BOOT!
Paul: O_O
Paul: YOU WOULD NOT.
Me: DONT TALK BACK TO ME PRIVATE!
Paul: WHY NOT?
Me: YOU’RE ONE SMART ALLACKEY COMMENT AWAY FROM BEING TOSSED OVERBOARD WHILE USING YOUR SCROTUM AS A BUNGEE CORD!
Paul: NOW, THAT’S JUST MEAN.
Me: THAT’S IT PRIVATE! ON YOUR KNEES!
Me: TIME TO PUT THAT FILTHY MOUTH TO USE!
Paul: WAIT, WHAT’S THE GUY DOING WITH THE CAMERA OVER THERE?
Me: NOW YOU’RE REALLY GOING TO KNOW WHAT IT IS TO LOLLY GAG!
Me: GAG ON MY HARD CANDY!
Me: I AM WILLY WONKA!
Paul: MORE LIKE, WILLY WANKER, AMIRITE?
Me: NO YOU ARE NOT PRIVATE!
Paul: I AM NOT PRIVATE.
Me: HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU STILL TALKING!?!
Paul: I’M VERY TALENTED
Me: YOU HAVE THE GAG REFLEX OF A LARGE MULE!
Paul: YOU’VE TESTED THE GAG REFLEX OF A LARGE MULE LIKE THAT?!
Paul: HERE BITCH, HAVE A CARROT!
Me: OH OF COURSE I HAVE! WHY ELSE WOULD SEARGANT DONKEY FUCKER HAVE PROMOTED ME TO ADMIRAL?
Me: TAKE IT PRIVATE!
Me: TAKE THE CARROT AND MY FOOT LONG LOG OF WONDER!
Paul: SPEAKING OF WHICH..
Paul: BRB DINNER.
Me: FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-