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This is Deputy US Marshall Tim Gutterson, leave a message.

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You sure about that, Givens?

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By bein' all...surprised. [He'll stick with that story.]

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I'm so sorry I don't think of you as a big enough mess to expect you to not have dinner hours.

[putyoudown]

[Oh.]

Well, there's a lot you didn't think of me two weeks ago.

[startacult]

Clearly.

[putyoudown]

[HUFF.] Are you tryna get laid or not?

[startacult]

Technically, you've been trying to get laid, I'm just along for the ride.

[putyoudown]

[As usual when he's run out of things to say, he settles for silent glaring, and hopes Tim can feel the judgment through his silence.]

[startacult]

Order anything you like, I'll be there at 7:30.

[putyoudown]

I like you better when you're quiet.

See you then.

[startacult]

Liar.

See you.