C: How much force do you think it takes to pull a person's eyelids off? Do you reckon they come right off on their own, or would you end up taking a strip of forehead with it? Or we could wrap ourselves around him, tooth by tooth, and just... pull...
C:His girlfriend cries every time he leaves the room. She just can't hold it in any more. He's a miserable, soulless prick and she knows it, can't say it, can't leave him, she's screaming inside. He's just lucky she's more afraid of dying alone than she is of dying empty.
C:Do you think he even has junk? Or is he just Action Man smooth and baby soft?
She grabs Boyfriend's crotch as she says it. Daydrinker laughs and gets to his feet to go into the kitchen.
B: What? The fuck are you laughing at?
D: Nothing at all, brother.
He claps Boyfriend on the shoulder and looks meaningfully into his eyes.
D: You stay strong, buddy, you hear?
Boyfriend shrugs him off, scowling.
B: You're such a freak.
C: Oh, you know it! I love it when he talks dirty to us.
She shimmies at Boyfriend and then follows Daydrinker, who is still laughing, into the KITCHEN.
Boyfriend continues folding laundry in silence, finding Wanker's shirt and leaving it separate from the rest.