Prof. A. Hole: What the fuck was that at lunch? I get you—seriously, what the fuck, Bevin? We need to have a real talk because I don’t even know where that came from. We were good Thursday and I fucked up not healing you and I’m sorry for that, but the rest of this is out of line. Prof. A. Hole: Bevin, I’m done with this game. Reply or call me or I’m going to come to your room and I won’t care who is there.
