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Gabe: Who?
Me: He’s larger than life in all ways, starting with his black mamba
Lori: Massive black mamba. Yeah baby, ride that snake!
Gabe: Lori, stop whooping. This is a place of work
Lori: How can you hear me from thirty floors up in the clouds?
Rague: Black mambas aren’t massive, but long and poisonous
Uri: Nice, could use with one of the donors.
Me: Gabe, did u spit your morning coffee all over one of ur precious contracts?
Gabe doesn’t answer. Sometimes, I think he’s irony-impaired. I should try and load a microchip in his robotic brain.
Lori: Where did his long, black snake spit its poison?
Michael: TMI Lori
Sari: What size are we talking about? Raph’s or Rague’s?
Uri: How do you know their sizes???
Sari: I accidentally saw…them
Ollie: Mine too?
Michael: How about me?
Sari: Mmm
Me: U fuck with no care of your surroundings, so I might have got a glimpse of…something as well
Lori: And you’re also so bloody noisy, deliciously so
I can hear Lori’s purr from here.
Rague: Stop spying on us, Lori!
Lori: Am not! You should stop fucking your husbands in…easily visible places
Raph: Turn the other way unless you want me to gouge your eyes out next time
He’s so damn possessive of Michael. Reminds me of my bear and while Raph’s words make my eyes roll with annoyance, Hunter’s growly behavior sends a shiver down to my toes.
Gabe: How about you only fuck behind locked doors?
Raph: How about you shut the fuck up
Michael: Okay, enough!
Michael: Ollie! How are things going?
Ollie: A bit better. But will stay two more weeks
Lori: In the dungeon?
