"God damn it, why can't I get rid of you. What do you want?"
"You invited me here, honey."
"Well I'm asking you to leave. You're ruining my work."
"Don't blame me for your problems, sugar. I need you like a rock in my shoe. It ain't my fault you can't quit my ass."
"It isn't easy, you're fucking everywhere I look. You're like a cockroach dammit, you multiply in batches of ten!"
"Shiiiit, somebody better call the exterminator then!"
"Enough! Jesus Christ, you never shut up, just get the hell outta' here already."
"You know I'll be back. I'm like Schwarzenegger. I'll fuck your shit up."
"Holy Mother above will you ple-"
"I heard you the first time! I'm on page ten, second paragraph. Hurry up because I'm sick of looking at your sorry ass."
"I can't see you. FUCK WHERE ARE YOU!"
"Because I'm invisible to dumb-shits. Maybe I'll stay the night and haunt your illiterate behind 'till morning."
"Please. Please. I need this to be perfect. This is my final draft."
"FINAL DRAFT?! Baby, it ain't an exterminator you need sweet-pea, it's a Ghostbuster."
"THERE YOU ARE!"
"BU-BYE SUGAR!"
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Dean F. Hardy
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