Hi Mrs. Davis.
Do I know you?
Really? Come on.
Oh, right, you know my daughter. Your name is Fetch or Dash or something.
It’s Chase. And I didn’t just date her. We were lovers.
Yeah, but for about 30 seconds from what I’ve heard.
We should shave that woman’s head and check it for the mark of the beast.
I don’t now. I thought she was kind of hot.










