well I live with Snakes and Lizards

[Staring at Mickey plainly.]

Well the first thing I saw when I woke up this morning was all those fucking hearts on your fucking boxers. Look who's talking.

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Mal loves those boxers, y'know.

[Leans back on the couch.]

An' I said you could come over man, but I didn't mean that ya could sleep in my bed.

[He laughs.]

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Mal's not here.

[Blunt and to the point--WHAT. He stares at Mickey again.]

If I didn't know any better I'd say you planned this.

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Well, obviously not, or I'd be wakin' up next to her and not you, Jaws.

[He looks at Cori's chest. Nipple piercing. Somehow he wasn't surprised.]

An' looks like we both picked a fine night to sleep without a shirt.

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For a breeder you're really into this kink.

[Lifting their cuffed hands up, remarking on Mickey's many obvious observations.]

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An' I like knife-play too.

[Pause.}

...Not with you, I mean, shit. Jus' in general.

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[Knocking at the door. He has booze and movies, let him in]

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Kinky.

[Flat look at Mickey--HIS SAVIOR IS HERE.]

I'm getting that.

[Up on his feet, taking Mickey with him to the door!]

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[Dragged along.]

Hey, now wait a minute - we havin' a fuckin' party or somethin'?

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[Waves when the door opens]

Hey. I'm Lee, and I brought booze [holds up one arm] and movies [holds up the other].

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Yes.

[A simple answer for Mickey. There's Lee!]

The two things I need.

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We already got movies.

[Stares at the booze.]

Shit man, you know I got a bunch o' shit if ya wanted drugs.

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Uh. Well. This one has a truly deep love story? [Where someone gets eviscerated, right?]

I figured I'd offer anyway.

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[Necrophilia is a form of deep love right?]

We need more movies.

Sit. [That said to Lee while he tugs Mickey back to the couch.]

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You don' appreciate a good love story, man. One more thing.

[He yanks Cori over to a drawer, shuffles through some messy clothes, and pulls out the bag of shrooms he didn't use at the bar.]

Can't see a better time to use these.

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[Sitting, handing over the movies]

Well Cori is a deep romantic at heart.

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[He gives Lee the finger while going the other direction to handle movies--GURK.]

Stop pulling.

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You've been pullin' me around all mornin'.

[He looks at the movies.]

...Yeah, real romantic.

[He opens the bag.]

Take some if ya want, jus' don' take 'em all, shithead.

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[Watching this exchange.]

Just as long as this doesn't end in an orgy, Cori. Or a crying fest, I can't stand it when men sob like babies.

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Fuck you, Lee.

[Sit. Nibble on a shroom. Oh look, let's start with Wes Craven.]

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[Takes a shroom and eats it. Looks at Lee.]

You can have some too, I guess. An' there'll be no orgy no matter how hot he thinks I am.

[Laughs. He's not too worried, though, he'd been in prison before and knows the 'you gonna get raped' look. Cori didn't seem interested.]

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[Oh, hell. Why not. Takes it and starts to nibble]

Is it the eyes? I mean, he can put on the glasses.

[Oh hay, horror]

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Everyone likes my mouths.

[Remarking while nibbling. The People Under the Stairs, watch out for brother-sister incest and zombies in the basement.]

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I don' care about the mouths, but I'm fuckin' married.

[Nibble nibble.]

An'...you know. I like girls.

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