Page 38 of Filthy Lies

Conor:My ego will never heal from that cutting slight.

Star:You need to stop watching so muchBridgerton, dude.

Conor:YOU told me to watch it!!

Star:I didn’t think you’d get into it.

Conor:Like you didn’t.

Star:Nah. Too many crusty genitals for my taste. That dude’s hot though. The duke.

Conor:I agree. I hope he’s the next Bond.

Star:When your brother IS a Bond, how can you even like that shit?

Conor:You’re a Bourne. I like that too. I don’t discriminate.

Star:I’m more of a Black Widow but without supernatural talents. Damn, I’d have managed to cause some shit if I did.

Star:The main issue, of course, is that they put that actress chick in such a girly outfit. Total BS.

Conor:That actress chick just happens to be Scarlett Johansson.

Star:That’s her name?

Conor:Lol, yes.

Conor:You’re hotter than her though. ^^

Star:Is that a compliment?

Conor:She’s like the hottest woman on the planet to most men. So, yes.

Star:Hmm. Okay. Thank you.

Conor:You’re welcome.

Star:I suppose you’re hotter than the duke too.

Conor:Thank you!

Star:You’re welcome. Now that we’ve gotten that off our chests, can we talk about Prince Edward of Midlothian?

Conor:*sighs*

Conor:You want to talk about a crusty old white guy?

Star:I do.

Conor:I know he’s got a gambling problem.

Star:How do you know that?

Conor:I own shares in a casino in Macau.

Star:Lol, shut up. You don’t.

Conor:I do.

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