bad cupid.

 Mason: Well, fuck me.

Basil: That'll cost you.

Mason: … Excuse me? Mason: W h a t do you want?

Basil: First, you are leap up a wall with dry salted fish in your mouth, and fight for territory with other wild cats. Basil: And you must wear cat ears while doing it.

Mason: Alright, Brat, listen up. I’ve had right quite well enough of you, and I can’t wait until they send your little ass elsewhere after the semester ends.  Mason: So, take this picture of me in the underwear and leave me alone. Mason: [[attached picture]] Mason: You won’t tell them about the mugs, right?

Basil: I'll be missing you, too, Mr. Young. It's a pleasure to work with you, I hope you know! Being your assistant has been quite the experience insofar. Basil: Unfortunately, I can't guarantee that this'll serve as an adequate reminder for me to keep quiet about the mugs. Sometimes there's just that slip of the tongue, no? Basil: I may need you to do something else.