PUT HIM IN THE FREEZER.

                                          “Oh, I come here every once in a while.” He rests his cheek in his palm, raising his brows as an otherwise tired looking expression creeps upon his features. “Mostly just to get WASTED.”

              “Pff, don’t get too cocky, now,” he responded, JUST AS TEASING AS SHE WAS. “We are the tough guys ——— at least WE don’t cry when we break our nails.”

             “ OOOOH, & he’s muscular. Does the ceiling match the floor?”

              “ Agent Chapman ———— FBI. ”

             “        & . . . so what if I did? It’s not any of YOUR business.”        

           “I decline to answer that question out of respect for myself.”

           “But, hear me out—— it was this—— it was THIS big. You would have been crying, too.”

               “You know, I actually have a pretty big PROBLEM right now, sooooo...”

              “Hey, angel. You come here often?”

              “Oh, BOY. You’re not serious, right?                         ————please tell me you’re not being serious.”

              “Why, ME, do that? Oh, sweetie ——— I’d never.”

          “WOW... that was brutally stupid. I WANT to say that I was able to understand a word of that bullshit, but.... sorry; I’ve always prided myself on my honesty.”

           “Hey, you with the cute butt  ———— assuuuuuming you work here, I’d like to reserve a room for two; file it under Chapman.”