(teasingly)

I wouldn’t take that next step if I were you.

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What? Did my love already take your tongue out?

Why are you not down in the basement? Why were you running from that man? I killed him, by the way. Was he your friend? Playing tag, huh? I’m sorry.

(giggles)

Not.

(laughs, proud of his own joke; then, to himself, in his own twisted mind palace)

I need to tell that joke to Tina. I hope I don’t forget it.

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(irritated, angry, imitating a cop)

Hands in the air!

(laughs)

I’ve always wanted to do that.

(disappointed, speaking to her as if she were a dog)

You won’t shoot me, honey, will you now?