#tgojake

Blaine: How are you coping?

Blaine: Even if you weren't on the best of terms, you were close before.

SEBASTIAN: I warned you that having weaknesses would be your downfall, did I not? And now the prophecy comes to pass.

SEBASTIAN: We had a deal and the terms were clear. You do what I ask of you. In return, you take place by my side, and I don't tell the authorities about the illegal things you have been doing in your spare time. That way there was not a thick plate of glass separating mother and son over the next couple of years.

SEBASTIAN: Then it occurred to me that calling the police would be the equivalent of showing mercy and what kind of reputation would I have if 'merciful' was on the list of adjectives used to describe me?

BLAINE: Apparently you've managed to get Sebastian on your team. Hopefully you've at least got an area that's nicer to make up for it, because he's likely to get in a fight with whatever greaser you have.

[text] This sounds...fake.

[text] Because, if I’m correct, which I always am, you were dating Marley Rose before you became a Social and even the Socials can smell the prude protruding off of that one.

[text] And I’m not sure if any of the Social girls are prepared to sleep with you just yet. They’re probably waiting for the Greaser stench to go away completely.

[text] So my guess is that you’re a virgin and you’re trying to impress me.

[text] I’m honored you’d go to such extents. But we should /really/ sort out the whole virgin thing. It might help unlodge that stick from up your ass and you’ll enjoy the new life you have more.

[text] Come on, bro.

[text] After brawls at the Bus Stop, falling asleep in the tub is like a spa for my achy joints, plus I get the blood washed off this glorious bod, and I get a nap on top of it.

[text] Don’t worry, Puckzilla knows what he’s doin’.