-Slap me. I said SLAP me. Call me a duck breast. I'm a perfectly cooked duck breast.
-You're all pink.
-You can eat poultry rare, I read it. It's not like the fifties. Feel that layer of fat? I'm a lazy duck breast, aren't I?
-No, I mean you're really pink.
-Pair me. I go well -- HEY! watch it.
-Well put down the tea.
-I'm busy pairing myself.
-What the hell...
-Mango Salad. Tennis. I go great after a game of tennis.
-I think you should see a doctor. It's all bubbly and raised.
-You should really take me off the heat.
-How did this happen?
-I am the hunted. You: the hunter.
/slips on mouth noise, drools
-Oh God.
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