“Unless this display of toxic masculinity is actually you trying to ask if you may borrow my Lisa Frank pencil. The answer is, yes, you may.” Ulmer grabbed it, broke the pencil in two, then threw the pieces, hitting Larkin in the chest. “What do you think of that fucking display of masculinity?” Larkin said, without any perturbation, “I think it’s very cute you needed both hands to snap a Number 2 pencil.”
