“You should see it,” I say. “He stands there, tilting his head back, gargling and gargling and gargling, only to throw his head forward and spit the mouthwash all over the mirror. It’s absurd. Where’s the accuracy?” “I asked you to help me,” Wilder counters. “Since you’re so good at spitting, I thought I would get help from a professional…” “Is that a jab at me?” “What do you think? Wouldn’t hurt you to swallow once in a while.” “Swallow your mouthwash, and I’ll swallow you,” I say.
