Russian Poetry.

Thank you. 

I guess I can't judge. Never did it. I would have to try it sometimes. Maybe we could steal something.

If you get caught, then I'd have to get your ass outta it. 

Oh you know, the usual. Fucked a few people, stole a few things.

Should've known. You shouldn't steal.

So... What's up anyway?

That is not entirely false. But I guess I should try getting pregnant. It would excuse my food rage. Do you think I'd be a good father?

Hey.

Perhaps you need a paternity test. 

Or gays can't have babies? Was that gore?

Who doesn't want to look like Jeremy?

Girls' lives are way harder than ours. If I'd be pregnant I'd literally freak out and become legit mental. So if you ever think I'm pregnant again, please, don't tell me who's the father.

You see that? It's called a flat stomach. Y'all ain't getting no baby from me.

I'm starving, now. All those emotions made me insanely hungry. I could eat for three persons right about now.

Oh my God, you’re just going to make me cry more, Fill. I’m a bloody mess. 

But it's okay. You can cry as long as you have a shoulder to keep you holding on.

"Don't you cry tonight I still love you baby Don't you cry tonight Don't you cry tonight There's a heaven above you baby"

Why are you so nice to me?

…Orange, please.

Imma get you all of that. Anything else you'd like? You're the invited, you get to choose everything.

Orange or apple juice?