Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā leave it to none other than robin buckley toĀ cockblockĀ him amid a,Ā dare he venture to claim, triumphantly amiable conversation with a gaggle of girls. if looks could kill, robin would be formally pronounced dead twice (r.i.p). nonetheless, steve does his best to redirect, still leaning on his elbow as he continues to DUTIFULLY man his station atĀ FAMILY VIDEO.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Ā pshhhhtĀ WHAT?Ā no.Ā no,Ā see that's just---- itāsĀ crazy talk,Ā i don't---- useĀ hairsprayĀ like some twinkle-toe lilĀ pansy------ that would be,Ā thatās------- āĀ he shakes his head with the weight of how utterly ridiculous robināsĀ very trueĀ observation is. he points to his hair with a cool flick of his wrist,Ā Ā āĀ donāt----- listen to her, sheās lying----- this? is . . .Ā thisĀ isĀ al natural,Ā thatāsĀ a fact------ my, uh colleague here, she's---- a littleĀ cuckoo for cocoa puffs?Ā Ā if you catch my drift?Ā pretty damnĀ batty, . . . if you ask me. āĀ Ā hard emphasis on theĀ āBATTYāĀ as though it were the dirtiest word in the book. and although no one did actually ask, heās swirling a finger around his ear with a whimsical, downward whistle to bolster withĀ imageryĀ just how deranged hisĀ ācolleagueā and newlyĀ formerĀ best friend truly is.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā to no avail. it seemsĀ the gaggle remainsĀ unconvinced. they wander elsewhere in a fit of giggles and head shakes, leaving steve to deflate in his truth. he turns to face his now nemesis.Ā Ā ā great, thanksĀ A LOT-------- yāknow something, i told you that inĀ PRIVATEĀ !Ā āĀ Ā the insistent whisper is accompanied by the jab of his index finger, his other hand perched at his hip.Ā Ā ā now go---Ā AIR OUTĀ your wicked jealousy over theseĀ flamin' hot locksĀ somewhere else,Ā WILL YOU PLEASE?Ā Ā theĀ love aā my lifeĀ could be out here somewhere in this crowd, i donāt need her thinkinā that i couldĀ EXPLODEĀ at any given moment due to some------Ā freak hairspray catastrophe.Ā ā