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seriously? yeah. look at him. |
so, you're not gonna do anything? |
well, i'm no good to us dead. |
what good are you alive? *laughs maniacally* ja! |
and what do you think you're doing? |
i have company. |
goddamn it! |
well... *gasping, exclaiming* |
pam! |
*laughs maniacally* hyah! |
*screams* no! |
sterling! |
*steady metallic banging* that was your plan? |
it worked, didn't it? |
i mean... get off me, you fool! |
shut up! |
somebody do something. |
i will go for help! |
merci, asshole! |
not a problem. |
archer, it's too heavy. |
i can't hang on! |
*gasp* hang on! |
no, that's what i'm saying. |
i'm saying it like give me a second. |
yeah, i get that, but... jesus christ, will you shut up? |
nein, nein, nein! |
what are you doing? sending you... |
sterling! |
oh, for the love of god! |
this actually weighs the same. |
i... realize that, idiot. |
oh, i'm the idiot? |
i mean... |
what? |
wait. |
no, no, no. |
archer, no! hang on. |
oh, hey, princess. |
listen... listen, if we ever meet again... |
sterling, no! *shouting* please! |
just remember this. |
we were this close to banging. |
no, we weren't. |
yes, we... whoa! sterling! |
archer! |
this close. |
*light crackling softly* *computer beeping* *clanking, hissing* *light buzzing* *clicking dry tongue* ah. ah, ah. |
oh, for the... come on, seriously? |
what, you couldn't find a snow globe? |
oh, quit your bitching. |
good morning... mother! |
shut up. |