Terry: THIS BLOODY SACK OF FECES SERIOUSLY JUST BUILT THEIR PUTRID TECHNICOLOR HOUSE ON MY PATH? IT’S NOT LIKE I HAD HYBRIDS RIGHT NEXT TO IT. I HOPE YOU BURN IN HELL YOU UTTER WASTE OF POTENTIAL.
Terry: OH SO NOW THE ANTEATER WON THE BUG CONTEST? IT’S NOT LIKE I LITERALLY SPENT HOURS SHAKING TREES AND RUNNING FROM WASPS TO WIN THAT USELESS COMPETITION. FUCK YOU, APPLE. YOU’VE BEEN WEARING THAT DISGRACEFUL POLKA-DOTTED SHIRT FOR MONTHS. IT’S AWFUL WITH YOUR COLOR PALETTE.
Terry: WHY IN GOD’S NAME DOES THIS RACCOON NEED THAT MUCH MONEY. THIS IS GOVERNMENT BANKRUPTCY AND THERE’S NO NEED FOR IT TO BE THAT HIGH WHEN THE USE OF RESOURCES AND ECONOMIC GROWTH IS BASED ON THE SELLING OF VARIOUS FRUITS, INSECTS, AND SEA CREATURES. THIS IS ALL A SHAM.
Terry: FINNICK, IF YOU KEEP RUNNING THROUGH MY DAMN GARDEN AND PUTTING PIT FALLS OUTSIDE MY HOUSE I’M GOING TO SHANK YOU.
Terry: WHO THE BLAZES DECIDED IT WOULD HAVE BEEN A GOOD IDEA TO PLANT YELLOW TULIPS NEXT TO THE BLUE ROSES? THAT BEAUTIFUL TOWN ORDINANCE IS PUTTING EVERYTHING IN A COLORED SHIT FEST OF CLASHING TONES. NO WONDER FIDO THE DAMN VILLAGER MUTT IS PUTTING YELLOW NEAR BLUE, EVEN WHEN IT’S FAIRLY OBVIOUS THE TWO COLORS DON’T COMPLIMENT EACH OTHER WELL, IT IS BECAUSE THE DAMN DOG IS BLOODY COLOR-BLIND.
Finnick: Terry, please it’s just a game. Learn to laugh!
Melody: Your father and I are worried for your health. Put it down, Terry.
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