Mr. Langsbury

Rory: ... I'm am not.

Rory: I am *very* good, actually.

Rory: I ... I am good, and yourself?

Zeph: If you say so...

Zeph: Hey you little innocent irishman!

Rory: Oi, you know fer a fact I'm not innocent.

Zeph: You are though, babyface, curiosity... definitely innocent.

I figure I need to keep some mystery around here. But thanks. You’re not too bad yourself.

If you need anything... anything at all. Let me know.

Nothing wrong with saying hello, right?

As much as you’ll pay me, hot stuff. 

I’m glad to hear it. I like being people’s favorites. Come by whenever and we can exchange thrilling tales.

Somehow, that doesn’t make what you’re asking any better.

So you’d rather they weren’t in a plastic bag?

Your logic makes zero fucking sense.

Rory: aw, come on now, no need to get gushy on me.

Rory: I'm sure it's someone's thing.

Rory: Well, Orlando Gay days is coming up, I'm sure ya can get another.

Zephyr: Christ, I never get gushy. Something's wrong with me.

Rory: just bein' a pal.

Rory: ah, so there's a secret pervert living amongst us... hahaha. a Kinky Bag Stealer

Rory: Well, I don't know if ya want it back at this point.

Zephyr: You have a kind heart, Flanagan. Cherish it.

Zephyr: Or someone has some very weird fetishes and enjoys collecting used sex toys.

Did you lose them simultaneously or piece by piece?

Also, the fact you’re suggesting people pick up your used sex toys…

They are all in a plastic bag, so nobody will actually touch them.

Rory: Sad to hear that

Rory: if there's anything I can do help, let me know.

Rory: But --- dare I ask what got ya in this predicament?

Zephyr: Your sweet.

Zephyr: I was coming back from a hook ups house, Grindr and all that. I put the objects in a bag so I didn't have to carry them (cause why would I, that's rank!)

That’s the best you can come up with? My high school gym teacher was better at insults than that.

I do have better insults, but why would I waste them on the likes of you? I only speak the truth, and the truth is... you are prissy. 

The horse I’m on right now is the opposite of high. But word of advice, grow up and keep track of your things. No one needs to find items like that.

Your horse is almost at the fucking moon. People misplace shit, Berry.

I like you!

Hey, I’m glad! It’s nice to be liked.