#heard you were talking shit

I don't follow

I expect Mr.Fagan is relieved he didn’t come through that window and land on your bed. Yes. That would have been a very different conversation.

Hey, go on. Sing the song. Oh, no, Mammy, we’re not singing. The one about the ghosts. Oh, it’s not about ghosts, Mammy. Sing it! No.

No, no, no, I don’t want to move. I can’t move. Because when I get back, I have to do something. I don’t want to kill him. I love him.

Who is Milton?

Fucking Hell

I guess it was a joke?

Tell me one real thing about you.