#incorrecttwoset

Mall worker: of course!

Eddy: I'm sorry, can you repeat that? I can't hear you all the way down there.

Brett, the fires of hell in his eyes: I will tie your fucking shoelaces together and you wont know until its too late.

Brett, confused: i think you said that wrong.

Eddy, nodding: yeah, shouldn't it be strength?

Brett, barely hanging on: (coughing out his left lung)

Eddy, after watching Brett writhe in pain: you dead yet?

Brett: your happiness? I live for that.

Editor-san: a room? Get one.

Brett, over at his house to film: sup dude!

Eddy, walking over to the takeout he got earlier: want some... what's it called?

Brett: what?

Eddy, a dumbass: you know? The noodle that thick and Italia- spaghetti. Want some spaghetti?