mr. fantastic

“I don’t know, man. I’m pretty sure my mom would’ve washed my mouth out with soap if she ever caught me saying ‘fuck’ when I was a kid. It does have its appropriate uses, though, I’ve gotta agree with that. I don’t think I’d want to walk into a doctor’s office and have them ask what the fuck was wrong with me, so.”

“Yeah but I guess the difference is I’m not in a doctors office. I’m just a twenty-two year old kid without a care in the world.”

“It’s the most versatile word ever. It’s a verb, a noun, an adjective, pretty sure you could work it in as a pronoun. It’s great.”

 “Oh it can definitely be used as a pronoun. Go get me that you fuck. See? Works all the time.”

Cecelia giggled as she rolled her eyes. “Oh, puhlease. You need a magnifying glass to see that ass of yours.” She teased, squinting her eyes as if she couldn’t see. “Ouch, well no need to worry. We’ll have liquid courage. Also known as alcohol.”

 “I swear to god, am I going to have to show you right now? I’ll do it. I’ll moon you just so you can say ‘Myles your ass is better than Nicki Minaj.’ Alcohol would make it substantially worse because then I get too self confident and everything just goes downhill.”

“Fuck is my favorite word. It’s the best word in the english dictionary.”

 “You are one hundred and one percent right.”

“You are weirdly committed with a word. My favorite curse word is shit.”

 “At least it’s not like frick or heck. Jesus christ I hate those.”

“Hmm, I see. Well, I’ve never had alcohol before, since, the whole underage thing, so if you ever need a person to watch after you, I’m your gal!“

“Aw, that’s cute. The whole ‘underage’ thing.”