Massachusetts: I'm sick of you guys fighting all the time....You're going to need to hug it out.
California: Ew! She'll give me STDS!
Massachusetts: ....STDS don't work that way, Beverly.
Sparta: I'm wearing a white shirt, her orange spray tan is going to stain it.
Massachusetts: Guys-
California: Well, I don't want to get slut all over my new dress.
Sparta: Why not? It would match your sandy vagina.
Massachusetts: Guys- *is getting the Canada treatment*
Sparta: I don't want to even be near you, and it's not just because I'm allergic to plastic.
California: Well, I'm allergic to bitches and you don't see me complaining.
Sparta: I wish I didn't see at all. It would save my eyes from bleeding out.
California: No matter how fast you bleed, they're not going to die faster than your nonexistent city.
Sparta: And no matter how nonexistent my city is, it's still more real that your silicon hooters and bad nose job.
Massachusetts: GUYS!!!!!!!! You're going to hug right now, or I'm telling New Jersey!
Sparta: Ugh, that guy is so damn annoying!
California: Fine....but I won't like it.
Sparta: *Wraps hands around California's neck, presses her face to chest*
California: *Squirming*
Massachusetts: Helen, you're suffocating her...
Sparta: No I'm not.
California: *muffled scream*
Sparta: See? She's fine.
Massachusetts: There's only one way of settling this *raises fist*
Sparta: Fine. *raises fist*
*five minutes later*
California: Did you guys like....just play Rock Paper Scissors for my life?!
Massachusetts: Well yeah, but I won.
California: ....I fucking hate all of you! *leaves*
Sparta: What the hell is her problem?
Massachusetts: I don't know...She's always like this.
