Please be eated

'So, I said to that bitch...her. HER! OLIVA, god damn it. I said, "Oliva, stop fucking around. Please. Will you pretty please stop fucking around."

What happened next? What the fuck do you mean what happened next? Well, uh...she skipped to my fucking loo a couple of times and then rushed off to make a birthday cake. She fucking flipped her shit, man. She lost it. Cold mustard lost it.'

Fred is full of regret. Dirty regret "like the kind you find in a second hand store."

Fuck it.

Oliva is a bitch.