“May I tell you something?”

“Yeah.”

“First off, I don’t like you.”

“I know.”

“Oh, you do?”

“Yes. And I’ve suspected as such for quite some time now.”

“Good. Cause I…I don’t like you. In fact, I have an incredible distaste for you and what you represent. It’s very personal. To be honest, my loathing levels of you are off the charts.”

“I know all of that, too.”

“Well, I’m just glad we can talk about these kinds of things.”

“Was there a second off?”

“Lemme think….First, we covered the ‘I don’t like you’ already….No, I guess all that I wanted to get off of my chest today is just the fact that I have an immense disgust for you and your face.”

“Alright. Now, may I tell you something?”

“Sure, go ahead.”

“I don’t like you.”

“Yeah, I know…..I don’t like me, either."