‘You’ve got V.D.. All the V.D.s. And gangrene of the balls. And Super Herpes.’
‘Super. Herpes.’
‘Yep. The extra strong, extra awful kind that only hits people who break their phone off a bad guy’s face in a fight. Causing their wonderful, non-herpe’d friends to keep getting voicemail when they try to call to see if their best bud is, y’know, not actively dying somewhere in a gutter.’
‘I deserve that.’
‘Yes, and more!’
‘Fine, fine. Foggy, I’ve said I’m sorry, okay? I’ll get a new phone.’
‘Super Herpes is a terrible way to go, man.’
‘You could have called the McBurnerphone.’
‘You have a dental appointment at 7am on the 25th. And for that last comment, I will be Snapchatting Claire and Karen all the hilarious things you do when you’re on dentist gas.’
Fill: Foggy Reads Matt's Mail [2/5]
‘What?’
‘Your results from the clinic came back.’
‘Oh, do go on.’
‘You’ve got V.D.. All the V.D.s. And gangrene of the balls. And Super Herpes.’
‘Super. Herpes.’
‘Yep. The extra strong, extra awful kind that only hits people who break their phone off a bad guy’s face in a fight. Causing their wonderful, non-herpe’d friends to keep getting voicemail when they try to call to see if their best bud is, y’know, not actively dying somewhere in a gutter.’
‘I deserve that.’
‘Yes, and more!’
‘Fine, fine. Foggy, I’ve said I’m sorry, okay? I’ll get a new phone.’
‘Super Herpes is a terrible way to go, man.’
‘You could have called the McBurnerphone.’
‘You have a dental appointment at 7am on the 25th. And for that last comment, I will be Snapchatting Claire and Karen all the hilarious things you do when you’re on dentist gas.’