Page 38 of Filthy Feck
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.
Star:You do not.
Conor:I fucking do!
Star:Why?
Conor:Because.
Star:WHY?
Conor:Because it’s a great investment?
Star:Isn’t that Triad territory?
Conor:They owed me a favor.
Star:What did you do? And, hell, WHEN did you do it?
Conor:I know it comes as a shock to you, but I did have a life before I knew you.
