“I still don’t think you should do it.” “Noted.” “Fuck. You’re gonna do it anyway, aren’t you?” “Probably.” “Jesus Christ. I’d better re-up on my antacid pills. Just…don’t do anything without telling me, all right? Preferably, don’t do anything at all. Ever.” “Stay in the closet forever. Got it.” “What’s wrong with the closet? It’s a wonderful place crammed full of professional athletes.” “Goodnight, Todd.”
