(Nice)
Rob: Why were you late?
Lachlan: Oh, sorry... I was... doing stuff
Preston, slamming open the door:
Preston: THAT MOTHERFUCKER PUSHED ME DOWN THREE FLIGHTS OF STAIRS-
Vik, following him: It was honestly hilarious.
Jerome: Holy shit, Preston swore.
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