"Yeah, it looks like a dead baby's finger. Ugh, tastes like it too. I'm Colin, by the way."
"I'm Nancy."
"And what do you do, Nancy?"
"I'm a cook."
"Do you ever do weddings?"
"Yes."
"They should've asked you to do this one."
"They did."
"God, I wish you hadn't've turned it down."
"I didn't."
"Ahehe...*walks off* I now know why I don't like English girls! They're stuck up, you see. I'm primarily attracted to something cooler, game for a laugh. Like American girls. That's why I need to go to America!"
"No, Colin, you're a lonely, ugly asshole. You must accept it."
"No. I'm Colin, God of Sex. I'm just on the wrong continent, that's all."
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