[text to: magic hands] no can do, my brain doesn’t work that way. I don’t know how you haven’t all been killed in your sleep. that doesn’t change the fact that he wouldn’t even understand. I don’t know what his type is but I’m not it.
[text to: magic hands] and you have no idea how upset that makes me.
[text: Arthur’s girl] Yeah neither do I, perhaps it’s the fact I sleep with a gun under my pillow.
[text: Arthur’s girl] I know darling, it hurts, I’ve been there but if I am to be honest I am not the one to talk to about this stuff. I have the emotional range of a teaspoon.
[text to: magic hands] if you have the emotional range of a teaspoon (you don’t) why are you giving me sympathy? anyway I help people they don’t help me
[text to: magic hands] did you get your arm free?