What? Why not? I'm great at Jenga. You'd be lucky to play Jenga with me.

Getting some mixed messages here.

So all I have to do is get you to like me a little bit so construct Kyle likes me twice as much and helps me cheat?

Do you think if I played with both of you construct Kyle would help me cheat?

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Is this ramping up to a joke about you being an artist?

We can't both be sensitive.

You're a big boy. You don't need emotional support.

Right. I'm gonna stand like ten feet away now. Just for fun.

Right, right. Can you hold this Roman candle for me?

I'm desperate for quality firework time and was gracious enough to extend an invitation to a guy named Kyle.

I got here first. Objectively. Hence... my winning.

It means I win.

I'd ask if you brought snacks, but I can see the sour grapes...

I'm sitting on the pier already. Looks like you're the rotten egg...

You're afraid of my beautiful mind and all it's complexities. I contain multitudes...

Watching cats play fight is awesome. It's like real life Digimon.

I look cool all wet. So.

Then maybe.

Don't you fly?

Wanna set off illegal fireworks on a pier?

I’m nice and decided not to let you dwell on your devastating loss for too long.

I went to sleep. Because I didn't gaf. So.

I'm still chilling. Btw.

You're adding too many layers onto it. Clearly you're overthinking this because you're coping. So I win.

I think you're projecting. Because you're the one coping and seething.

I'm cool as a cucumber right now. I'm literally chilling.

You're owned. You're literally owned right now.

Well did you know I'm rubber and you're glue?

Uh huh times infinity.

Uh huh.

Uh huh.

Sure. But I know something you don't...

Yes I am.

Throwing pebbles at him from a nearby rooftop.

I'm winning right now.

That's because I wanted to win.

Don't talk about my mom.

Your mom.

No it's not. It's the opposite.

No comment...

I'm more of a man of action.

Come on. You've known me long enough to know I'm upfront with my threats.

Bugs want me? Is this a come on?

That's because you're scared of monotony.

Me? Facetious? Perish the thought. Really, perish it. Violently.

That's because you're predisposed to not trusting me.

I'm nothing if not consistent.