Zach:

Don’t forget not to clean the pantry.

Farrow:

Your autocorrect sucks.

Farrow:

And yes, I’ll clean the pantry when I’m back.

Zach:

It wasn’t autocorrect.

Zach:

Don’t you dare touch it.

Farrow:

?

Zach:

Until I have the chance to make you lick the fucking floor clean while I take you from behind.

Farrow:

You cannot be serious.

Zach:

I said don’t touch it.

Farrow:

You’re sick.

Zach:

Yes, I am.

Zach:

And you are the antidote, Octi.

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