How can we be so utterly perfect, and you chose the douche who doesn’t have the first clue what he has?

Especially your teammates.

And we’re at four. Alexis Ann, I think we’re in an abusive relationship.

We so need to work on your definition of relaxing.

I am currently preoccupied with chocolate.

Get out of my brain!

Where’s the guy who gave me Twinkies and Coke?

We’d overwhelm each other.

I don’t know. Is that good-different, or I-should-come-with-a-warning-label-different?

Two thousand years and I’ve never met anyone so stubborn.