Ollie vB:
 
 McGrew’s son walked in. Watched the whole thing. He narc’d that it was one of us three.
 
 Ollie vB:
 
 They naturally pointed the finger at me.
 
 Zach Sun:
 
 How do you know it’s not Romeo?
 
 Ollie vB:
 
 The woman he fucked wasn’t heavily pregnant and hugging a bucket of KFC.
 
 Zach Sun:
 
 Maybe Romeo decided to sample a disposable mistress.
 
 Romeo Costa:
 
 @ZachSun, please, don’t make me help him kill you.
 
 Romeo Costa:
 
 I have enough on my fucking conscience.
 
 Zach Sun:
 
 I’ll get you your membership back.
 
 Ollie vB:
 
 You better.
 
 Ollie vB:
 
 The women’s tennis team is about to accept twenty new members.
 
 Ollie vB:
 
 This was going to be my pet project for the year.
 
 Romeo Costa:
 
 Jesus.
 
 Ollie vB:
 
 …died for my sins, so I might as well make them worth his while, right?
 
 Romeo Costa:
 
 What happened to senior bingo night?
 
 Zach Sun:
 
 Don’t tell me…