Holmes: Best man = me. Taters: ^^ HA! Hornsby: Laughable. Posey: Not to be a dick but . . . fat chance. Taters: Lawes, fucking jump in here. An answer would be great. Lawes: Not that I’m getting married any time soon, but if I had to pick—hands down, no question, it would be Holmes. Hornsby: BullSHIT! Taters: What the absolute fuck? Posey: Malarky! Holmes: Told you. Taters: I need an explanation. Posey: ^^^ Please note the hostility. Hornsby: ^^^ Don’t listen to him. He’s in the kitchen and I heard his outraged roar from the pool.