Do your worst. Also, I think we would actually wear out a high five bein' awesome at the volume we'd have to high five over one of us puttin' our foot in our mouth? Like. Jesus fuckin' christ can you even imagine? We wouldn't be able to go five minutes without it, because apparently it's a completely genetic failing, the ability to just always say the wrong thing even if it's just a joke - or especially then? - or not somethin' you even thought about, you just say it and it's there and you're like well fuck now what and then you go to fix it but instead you say somethin' worse because, y'know, why the fuck not. And then you're starin' down a chain of failures you keep makin' bigger and bigger as you try to dig yourself out and you realize that every attempt to stop fuckin' it up is in fact another foot into your early grave, and also, Rose is raising her eyebrows at you from over one of her smutty gothic fiction novels and you can tell she's about to Comment, uppercase C and all, and you realize that you can in fact be even more fucked than you already were. You can be uppercase F Fucked.

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