Clint took the pills with a small sip of the tea. He was going slow on it for now. "Live with y'all so you can torture me twenty-four-seven about wanting my jizz? No, thanks. You'll drive me fucking nuts with it. We're fine. I'm figuring shit out. I'm not just saying no to be a cunt, but as much as I love you crazy bitches, I can't live with the constant jizz talk. I need respite from it, even if my sleep schedule's been up the shit. The whole 'My fucking uterus is empty and I can't live until I have a sprog of my own talk'? I can't deal with it. Y'all need to settle the fuck down a bit over it, because you're driving me nuts."

"Two crazy bitch lesbians and a neurotic teenager? Are you trying to fucking kill me?" he mumbled, scrunching his face up and massaging his forehead with his fingertips. "Look, you and I tried to live together in the past and you nearly wanted to murder me, remember? I get what you're trying to do here, and I ain't gonna deny that I've needed help with shit lately, but ain't this a lil extreme?"