Aimee: Hey, do you know where that outlet cover went?
Jeffrey: No. Do you?
A: If I knew, I wouldn't have to ask you.
J: Shut up.
A: No, you shut up.
J: No, you.
A: No, you, twat waffle.
J: Queef bubble.
A: Schmegma slurper.
J: Hey, there it is.
Almost in unison: Child proof my ass!
Don't ask me how. I really don't know.
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