VA: Oh come on, WV you dont hate me, do you?
WV: If I was locked on a room with H*tler, st*lin, and you and I had a pistol with only two bullets, I'd shoot both of them and then brain you with the pistol.
VA: ....
VA: I literally just wanted to know if you wanted to grab a bite to eat.
WV: I think I'd rather die.
VA: Then perish.










