Gretchen, Justina and others in “Fix Me, Dummy”

There is a stack of mail that I have been avoiding.

Why?

They always want money, or you have jury duty, or your grandma sent you a check for your birthday, and then you feel guilty that you never call her, and then you can't get out of bed for a month. Anyway... mail. Does that count for your stupid-ass...? Ugh, sorry.

It's all right, I'm a professional. You can say anything you want in here.

Hmm. Anything? Really? Does opening the mail count for your one little asshole thing, you goddamn cock? You suck-balls dumb dick?

Sure.

Fine, jizz-magnet. I will open one piece of mail.

Say "whore."

Whore.

Whore.

I'm regretting giving you license to say anything. Plus I do kind of want to fight you right now.

Too late. No take-backsies. Titty-sucking bitch.