Romeo Costa:
I believe it.
Ollie vB:
I’m officially the last one standing.
Romeo Costa:
Unless one of your STIs spreads to your limbs.
Zach Sun:
I’m not married just yet.
Ollie vB:
I’m not talking about Dr. Ulick. She doesn’t count.
Ollie vB:
I’m talking about your little sword-yielding housekeeper.
Zach Sun:
Her name is Farrow, and she and I are strictly casual.
Ollie vB:
Respectfully, you are strictly delusional.
Romeo Costa:
I second Oliver.
Zach Sun:
Nonsense.
Zach Sun:
She’s a calculated risk.
Romeo Costa:
If so, you seriously suck at math.
Zach Sun:
You are both useless.
Ollie vB:
False.
Ollie vB:
Wait until your heart breaks.