"Um... ciao, bella."
"Vaffanculo."
"Hol' on... Wow. Google Translate, said you should shove that up your rude ass."
"State your name."
"Tyler."
"Really? You don't sound like a Tyler."
"How-"
"You sound like an asshole."
"Who doesn't?"
"Me."
"And, who would you be?"
"I'm Batman."
"You ruined it. I'm Maxon, Maxon Cooper Hills. I'm sure you would've heard about-"
"Wait, what- Maxon Cooper Hills? As in the guy who shoulder-rammed me accidentally and stepped on my lunch, last year?"
"-my abnormally rich dad's famous company. Shit. I'm... extremely sorry about that."
"Apology denied."
"From the bottom of my heart."
"It was delicious Alfredo pasta."
"I'm a dick, I know."
"Understatement of the century. Make it up to me."
"How?"
"Never call me again."
"Anything but that."
"Block me."
"Anything but that."
"Let. Me. Sleep. In. Peace."
"Anything but that."
"Maxon, I'm really concerned about your mental health."
"We're on therapist terms, already?"
"What do you wan-"
"Your friendship. I've said that, like, ten times, already. "
"I don't do friendships."
"In that case, we can be more than friends... I'm jokin-"
"Oh, so you wanna be cousins?"
"This is why you're single."
"I'm single because you suck at flirting."
"You suck at lying, sugar."
"Gross. I'm not an item on your grocery list."
"Can I eat you?"
"No, but you can certainly fuck off."
"Huh. Anybody and their fucking dog, can tell you're a certified asshole."
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