[It's too late. They're both going to be unconsciously humming this into the wee hours of the night before they realize what they're doing, and horror then sets in.]
Damn right. [So tempted... to massage her temples...] Any idea where the controls are? This is pissing me off.
[She may or may not be planning to kick whoever's in charge off—punch to the face dubiously optional.]
we're the champions
Damn right. [So tempted... to massage her temples...] Any idea where the controls are? This is pissing me off.
[She may or may not be planning to kick whoever's in charge off—punch to the face dubiously optional.]