Shoichi:We've got eight, we've got two, we've got six.

Eleven:I don't want to say he's two pounds...

Shoichi:You're playing to win, don't flatter him. He won't care.

Eleven:Six pounds, eighty-two?

Shoichi:You're wrong. You fool.

Shoichi:Your turn. I got three numbers for you. In reverse numerical order, we got a nine, we got an eight, we got a three. How much is this fucked up fish?

Arda:Two ninety-nine.

Shoichi:Where'd you get the two from?

Shoichi:Where'd you get the ninety-nine from?

Shoichi:You make me sick. I hate being around you, every day I know you're coming in is a day that is full of dread. I don't sleep well knowing I have to be around you.

Arda:As Julius Caesar famously said, vspph vphdph vphcph.

Luke:Okay. I’ve been criticized for taking things literally sometimes for the sake of making jokes, like “oh, he’s picking apart at such tiny details in this!” but that’s what I’m here to do. If you take issue with my sense of comedy, that’s fine.

Luke:But “dad made mash potatoes with the sauce that you like”, I’m sorry, but I have to ask what sauce they’re talking about! They’re traditionally only eaten with one sauce, so if you’re not coming here for my gravy questionnaire, my gravy conspiracy theories.... why aren’t they saying gravy. What sauce is it.

Arda:You’re gonna hurt the feelings of everyone who eats it with ketchup.

Luke:Dad made mash potatoes with habanero sauce!

Nathapon:Dad made mash potatoes with sweet baby ray’s.

Luke:Oh, he’s a spy.

Arda:You think he’s a spy?

Luke:Why would he know polish and persian, in 1940s Poland?

Daniel:Even if you don’t know a language, surely you’d recognize your name?

Luke:I’ve heard a lot of versions of my name, so I don’t know about that. Maybe he mispronounced it.

Daniel:Do you not remember the mispronouncings though?

Luke:All right. Is the guy calling the roster italian?

Arda:British courier.

Luke:Oh. Okay, that makes sense.

Daniel:We can move on then. Seems accurate.

Arda:I wish hugging could made me feel better. But I’m inconsolable.

Jenny:Aw. I’ll hug you until you feel worse.

Nathapon:You know, I did get into a car accident recently and it was a fairly close call.

Arda:One time, I cut up an avocado. And there was a lot of meat left on the pit. And I put the pit in my mouth.

Nathapon:The entire pit?

Arda:Yes. And I started to lick the meat off of it. And at that moment I was like, “If I sneezed right now, it would lodge in my throat", and ever since then I’ve been terrified of avocados. But another thing is, I’ve always thought “what if I did die back then?”.

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