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?