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“Look at her. She’s worried. I don’t like when my wife is worried, Dean. She asked me not to fight with you so stop saying shit that makes me want to punch you in the face, okay?”
* pterodactyl screech*
“I want to share my life with you, Kenny, not my food.”
That’s real
like holding your hand in public.” He doesn’t even try to lower his voice when he adds, “And I like holding your throat in private.”
* maniacal laughter*
don’t care what your last name was, Kenny. I only care what it is now.”
*more pterodactyl screeches*
