texts: Wait! </s> <s> You're one of those skanky old men that, like, attack girls and stuff. Forget you.  My, um, my boyfriend is gonna be here in about thirty seconds, and he's way testy. </s> <s> You don't understand.  You have been chosen.
labels: Chosen to go to the graveyard?  Why don't you just take the first runner up, okay?