Pierce-Luce, where are you? The movie is in half-
Me-Piiiieeeeerce? How the fuck did you get your voice in this plastic box?
Pierce:Holy shit, are you high?
Me-High? Fuck no. Lil plastic box, tell the bartender to lower the gravity.
Pierce: Shit. The one I gave the the reseve tickets to is stoned. Listen to me. It's pierce. get your ass to the movies.
Me: Pierce? the fuck am I supposed to pierce? fuck you mean movies, movies... The naked?
Pierce:Just tell me where you are.
Me:The sheet you mean? Your a fucking boxes.
Pierce:Shit this. We are getting them at the desk for another 50 FUCKING DOLLARS. Thanks, Lucy
Me:Don't mention it, boxy plastic th-BLAARRGH.<_<
I had to pay everyone 32 dollars.