This is from when you called me "sticky-ass cow" in sixth grade.
This one is from when you made a plaster cast of my vagina freshman year.
You want my help? You can go fuck yourself!
CHRIS: Hey, Meg! Think fast!
CHRIS: (CHUCKLES) Loser!
All right, let's do it.
When we're done with him, he'll be more of an outcast than a seagull at an Adam Sandler movie.