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.