Sebastien: But not the good kind.
Lola: Yeah, not the actual gay kind of gay.
Lucía: He’s not cool enough for that. Matt is the late noughties, crap kind of gay.
Letty: When are you lot gonna grow up?
Hugo: When you lick the back of my ballbag.
Letty: That’s a charming thing to say to your sister.
Hugo: Sorry. I’m not well. I’m still in my bed.
Letty: What’s wrong?
Hugo: Whiskey mostly.
Sebastien: And a run of shite games.
Hugo: Do you wanna go home in a box?
Me: Getting back to me ...
Lola: There he goes, main charactering again.
Lucía: That’s where Matt gets it from. The aul wans are all for main charactering.
Letty: Are you two talking in tongues?
Lucía: Story checks out. The parentals think this thread is for arranging their birthday presents and stuff.
Me: Fuck’s sake. Are you all done?
Hugo: Done in. Can we get this over so I can go back to bed?
Sebastien: You’re in bed right now. And not alone, dick fingers.
Lola: Dick fingers? Actually, don’t answer that.
Sebastien: Because everything he touches, he fucks.
Hugo: You’re just jealous because you didn’t pull last night.
Matt:Shut the feck up, the lot of youse!
Hugo: But at least you get more action than Matt.
Sebastien: Father O’Flannery gets more action than Matt.
Lucía: Matt, *youse* isn’t a real word.
Lola: No wonder he doesn’t have a girlfriend.
Me: Hilarious. But you’re all wrong because I’m about to become a father.
Hugo: You’re such a gobshite.
Letty: It’s true.
