Lana — Kill. Kill. God, when do I get to the end so I can see what Cyril said?
Cheryl — You don’t think that’s hot?
Pam — I seriously think you’re scary.
Cheryl — No, no, no, like, a big sweaty fireman…
carries you out of a burning building, lays you on the sidewalk.
You think, he’s gonna give me mouth-to-mouth.
But instead he just starts
choking the shit out of you… and the last sensation, that you feel before you die…
is he is squeezing your throat
so hard that a big…
wet blob of drool,
drips off his teeth and just: “Blurp!”
Falls right onto your popped-out eyeball.
Pam — Jesus Christ.
Cheryl — I know, right?
Lana — What the hell?
Cheryl — I’m wet just thinking about it.
Lana — Cyril? Cyril, you get your ass out here right now.
Cheryl — Is she freaking cause Cyril said he wanted to bang Danny?
Pam — No, it’s cause he said he wanted to marry her.
Cheryl — She’s so weird.
Hey, will you choke me a little bit?