Esther: Man, people in the house have been really on edge lately.
	Wendy: I'm smelly? I'm smelly? Have you taken a good whiff of yourself lately, Mister Rotting Cola Breath? Carl: I'm just saying, maybe some Lysol would be a good thing. Victor: Stop yelling. My brain is aching. Esther: And that's another thing! Every time you get sick in the bathroom, I'm the one that cleans it up! I told you going with co-ed bathrooms would be a bad idea.
	Erik: Dude, what's going on down here? I'm trying to sleep. Everyone: Gasp!
			Esther: Suddenly, Erik walks downstairs sporting a flower, and we were all like, whoa. I didn't realize that Erik was... ya know... a big fan of Broadway musicals, if you get my drift. I guess in retrospect, it makes sense. He was always a little too good looking.
	Erik: Okay, they told me this energy drink stuff was going to give me wings, but they didn't mention anything about flowers. Now everybody's jumping to all these conclusion about me that just aren't true. Broadway musicals?... pfft... I saw Les Miz, and I tell you, Javert just didn't have the zing that Stephanie Pope did in Chicago. I mean, did you see her? That performance was to die for! Oh my stars! Uhhh... I mean... like, dude, whatever.

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