|What's all this intensity about, compadres?|
|Dammit, Maura - don't encourage them.|
|Teenage Gretchen. Eating a forkful of nothing - but the pink hair is ... kicky.|
|Perfect, your tree is on fire and it's stopped raining. Not to mention, it's completely inaccessible to the fire fighter.|
|He just stood in the house talking about not being able to do his job, while everyone watched it burn, |
and the maid bitched about walking on a triangle.
|It could have killed someone, but instead it chose to become this inaccessible pile of rubble. Good times.|
|Speaking of good times, I thought I told you two to quit this wacky horseshit. Go blog about your hobbies.|
|Eugene has no trouble keeping himself busy with his invisible horse.|
|His kitchen primping alone requires careful scheduling.|
|Plus, the amount of time he spends communicating through the island counters about |
"the others" doesn't leave any time for shenanigans.
|But yeah, just keep doing this. It won't end badly at all.|
|Because it's not just Eugene who is thinking, "enough with the serenading, woman."|
|Geneva may not know a fork from a sword, but that dancing made her your girlfriend and she's breaking up with you.|
|And that's why you're old and derp now. See how that works?|
|Now go start a microwave fire with your noodles and think about what you've done, |
and how you got your neck to do ... that.
|Who ... the hell is this goober on the back deck?|
|Now he's cooling out in the front room! Eugene! Do something!|
|Watch out, weirdo, Eugene is flexing.|
|I've seen manlier responses to a stranger in the house, but I'm sure this sends a message.|
|Now you've done it. He's thoroughly offended.|