Cry
Faz: *cooking dinner*
Max: *watching him*
Faz: *gets annoyed* What?
Max: Do you ever get tired of being at home all day? Alone?
Faz: *looks at him* I'm honestly gonna make Jamey put a baby in me when he gets home so I'm not alone so fuck you. *goes back to cooking*
Max: Dramatic much.
Faz: *shrugs* You call it dramatic, I call it spitting straight facts bitch.
Max: The mouth on you. You cuss like a sailor.
Fazzy wants a baby uwu
He only cusses at Max because he gets on his nerves.
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