Nick Beam: “Where do I start? It’s not you. Well actually it is you. Look, I’m just not... I’m not attracted to you anymore. I need space. You kinda... you kinda gross me out. In the beginning it was different. In the beginning you were better. But then I got to know you real well, and I came to realize that you’re a fat idiot.”
Nick Beam: “I can’t believe it. I’m committing armed robbery for two flashlights.”
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