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[urla]

Shit's not cool, he's already worried about you for whatever reason.

[ ah shit, look at those poor cheerios, reaching their point of no return on the soggy scale ]

[romanus]

[ He hopes you choke on your mushy cereal, Peter. ]

He's the one that left it sitting around, not my fault.

[urla]

Whatever. That's all on you, it's just an asshole move is all.

[ he's going to throw this mushy cereal right at your shitty face roman ]

I didn't ask what you wanted because you're just going to ask for bullshit anyway.

[romanus]

How do you even know? You don't know what I want!

[ Fucking two year-old throwing a tantrum. ]

[urla]

I know that you still don't know how to live off of a fucking budget, there's only so much shit we can get for free.

[romanus]

So do your fucking gypsy thing.

[ KANYE SHRUG? ]

[urla]

[ oh, apparently he didn't understand ]

How about... [ giving a half shrug ]

I just really don't want to.

[romanus]

Sometimes we have to do things we don't want to, Peter.

[ Yeah, Roman, yeah. You are winning this argument. ]

[urla]

Yeah? Why don't you drink the cheap shit then?

[ he takes this moment, pulling up the bowl to his lips and just drinking the rest of what was left ]

Sometimes we have to do things we don't want to do.

[romanus]

I meant you, dickhead.