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Number 1172: Dora, Witch indeed [[Coffe of Doom]] / Hannelore: You mean you guys DON'T have morbid thought sometimes? / Dora: Define "morbid". / Hannelore: Like, when we were walking down the street, I could've pushed Marten into traffic and hit you over the head with that loose brick you tripped over. / Dora: Hanners, I know you think... *differently* than most people, but that's honestly just disturbing. / Hannelore: Why? Just because I THINK something doesn't mean I'd actually DO it. / Marten: Look at it this way. I could totally smash you in the face with this coffee mug. How does that makes YOU feel? / Hannelore: Well... i could dodge your swing and throw the tip jar in your face. / Marten: Then I could block the flying coins with my arm and throw you across the counter. / [[They get up]] / But that's what I was PLANNING on! I grab the broadsword from under the counter and swing at your head! / Marten: I *block* the broadsword with a stool and the blade sticks in the wood. / Hannelore: I let go of the sword and push you backward. you trip and fall! / Marten: I somersault to my feet and brandish a mop I found in the corner! / Dora: I cast Magic Missile, killing you both. I gain 120 experienc epoints and 25 gold.
Number 1173: Like a warlock, only he summons organs [[Coffee of Doom, Marten is wearing a shirt reading S.C.R.A.]] / Dora: Whats that thing on your shirt standing for, anyway? / Marten: Society for Creative Rock Anachronism. They're a band. / Dora: "Creative rock anachronism?" Like, ren-faire stuff? / Marten: No, like steam-punk rock. they dress in Victorian outfits and play these really crazy-looking instruments. / Dora: that sounds... Pretty awesome actually. / Marten: Yeah. My favorite song of theirs is "Balloon Ride." / Marten: "Come take a ride in my beautiful balloon / We'll use the death ray to burn our names into the moon / hold London to ransom, turn Paris in a crater / we'll land at the Acropolis for tea and crumpets later" And then their melodithurge plays this totally bitchin' steam whistle solo.
Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday - Number 1174: Don't Be That Couple [[Dora and Marten are in Coffee of Doom; Dora has her hands behind her back.]] / Dora: Hey sweetie, I'm back and I have a surprise for you. / Marten: What is it? Is it burritos? / [[Dora reveals a brown paper sack.]] / Dora: There ARE burritos, yes, but that's not the surprise. It's better than burritos. / Marten: BETTER than BURRITOS? Oh man. / Dora: Two tickets to see the SCRA at Smif Auditorium! / Marten: Oh my god, seriously? I didn't even know they were playing here! / [[Beat. Marten looks distant.]] / Dora: What's the matter? / Marten: You know how at every show there's always a dude and his really hot girlfriend who spend the entire concert making out? / Dora: Yeah ... / Marten: That could be US! I HATE that couple! / Dora: So we don't make out. Problem solved. / Marten: But ... I still kinda WANT to be that couple, for once. / Dora: I dunno Marten, it's a slippery slope to terminal scenesterism. It starts with being a jerk at shows, then you buy your first white belt, and before you know it you're doing cocaine and treating me like shit in front of your friends.
Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday [[Hannelore, Pintsize, and Winslow are in Faye and Marten's living room. Pintsize is holding the loose end of a cable which is plugged into Winslow.]] / Hannelore: You sterilized it, right? / Pintsize: Of course! / [[Looking serious, Pintsize plugs the end of the cable into Hannelore's navel.]] / <> / [[Faye enters.]] / Faye: Oh, hey Hanners, what's— / Hannelore: Sssh! / Pintsize: Get anything? / Winslow: Nope. / [[Hannelore looks relieved.]] / Hannelore: Whew. / Faye: What ... / Hannelore: Making sure I'm not a cyborg. / Pintsize: We still need to run a few more tests. It could be FireWire.
Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday {{Number 1176: She's Already Got Distemper}} / [[Faye and Hannelore, walking out of Faye's apartment.]] / Faye: Then a friggin' RACCOON fell out, and I fell off the ladder. / Hannelore: Oh my gosh! Raccoons carries *rabies!* Did you get vaccinated? / Faye: No, the raccoon never actually touched me. / Hannelore: Are you *sure?* / Faye: *YES,* Hanners, I'm *SURE.* I don't even have a scratch. / [[Beat.]] / Hannelore: If you start foaming at the mouth and trying to bite people in a couple weeks - / Faye: It'd be a marked personality improvement. Dora will give me a raise just before I go into a coma.
 
Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday {{Number 1177: And Without All The Oboe}} / [[Faye, Hannelore, and Marten are inside the front door of Coffee of Doom.]] / Hannelore: Hey Marten, are you ready for band practice? / Marten: Oh yeah. I forgot we were supposed to play tonight. / Faye: How's the "band" coming along, anyway? / Hannelore: We already have two songs! / [[Marten looks a bit haughty.]] / Marten: It's coming along just fine, thank you. / Faye: Really? So Natasha is actually learning how to play guitar? / [[Hannelore and Marten look away, embarrassed.]] / Hannelore: We ... work around her. / Marten: She's really more of a *sonic texturalist* than a guitar player, per se. / Faye: And what particular "sonic texture" does she specialize in? / Hannelore: Imagine a mountain lion trapped in a box full of barbed wire and broken glass. Now throw that box down some stairs. / [[Marten puts his hand to his forehead and winces.]] / Marten: It's like Peter and the Wolf as orchestrated by Merzbow.
Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday {{Number 1178: Disproportionate Response}} / [[Natasha, Amir, Marten, and Hannelore's band are practicing. Natasha has 'metal' fingers up and sunglasses on, while the others look pained.]] / Natasha: Man, that was AWESOME! / Amir: Yeah ... you sure made some ... GREAT screeching noises there. / Marten: Nat, do you think next time you could maybe TRY to play along with the rest of us? / [[Natasha takes her shades off.]] / Natasha: What, just because I'm being CREATIVE suddenly I'm not PLAYING the right thing? / Marten: You're not "being creative," you're just letting your guitar feed back. / Amir: He's got a point, hon. You're never going to get better if you don't at least TRY to - / Natasha: Get BETTER?! What, I'm not GOOD ENOUGH to be in your stupid band?! FINE! I QUIT! / [[She throws her guitar down.]] / <> / [[Amir raises his hands, placating.]] / Amir: Whoa, calm down, baby, we can - / Natasha: Don't "baby" me, you ASS! If I'm not good enough to be in your band then you're not good enough to be my boyfriend! This relationship is OVER! / [[She points out the door.]] / Natasha: Now help me put my amp in the car. / Amir: Woman, you just BROKE UP with me. / Natasha: But it's HEAVY!
Number 1179: There's one for every occasion [[Cafe of Doom, Dora and Faye behind the counter]] / [[Faye suddenly looks scared and hides below the counter]] / [[Enters Sven, Dora simply points at where Faye disappeared]] / [[Sven hands Faye something]] / [[It's a card with a sad dino. It reads "Sorry about your head injury"]] / [[Faye has opened the card; she is blushing]] / Card: Bang your head! / Wake the dead! / We're all metal-mad / It's all you have / So bang your head!
Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday {{Number 1180: Ba Dum Bum Pssh}} / [[Marten, Amir, and Hannelore are in their band's practice space.]] / Marten: Oh, man. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have said anything. / Amir: Nah dude, it's not your fault. She's just bein' a bitch 'cause she's insecure about not bein' able to play for shit. / Marten: Yeah, but to *break up* with you over that ... / Amir: It's not just that. Things haven't been goin' too well with us, lately. She's just so immature! I really gotta start datin' chicks my own age. / Marten: There is a pretty big difference between being in college and being in your mid-twenties. / Amir: Mid-twenties? Dude, I'm thirty-five. / Marten: What? No way. / Amir: No, really. I'm thirty-five. Swear to God. / Marten: You, uh, you don't look it. / Amir: Yeah, man. I got good genes. / Hannelore: Wow, they must be a designer brand! / Marten: Hannelore, that was a *terrible* pun. / Hannelore: Pun?
Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday {{Number 1181: Federer Versus Nadal}} / [[Sven and Faye are at the counter of Coffee of Doom.]] / Faye: Thanks for the card. I'm really sorry about last night, I - / Sven: Forget about it. You weren't exactly clear-headed at the time. / [[Dora enters, quietly, from the right.]] / Sven: Speaking of clear-headedness, I could really go for a mocha. Would you oblige me? / Faye: Oh, s-sure. / [[Faye has exited.]] / Dora: A card? Seriously? / Sven: She's cute when she's off her guard. / [[Dora looks very pointed, while Sven breaks eye contact.]] / Dora: I get it. This has become some sort of *game* to you, hasn't it. / Sven: You might say I'm returning her serve, yeah. / Dora: Be careful where you aim your balls.
 
Number 1182: Good beer gone to waste [[A bar; Amir, Marten and Hannelore at the counter]] / Amir: Like, I'd LIKE to date someone more my age,but you don't really get chicks over 30 at my kind of shows, you know? / Marten: Is that where you usually meet your girlfriends? / Amir: Yeah. There's Natasha, and before her was Amy, I met her at a Slayer show, and before HER was Danielle who I met at the Pig Destroyer show, and before her... I... / [[Amir looks horrified]] / Amir: Oh God. / Marten: What? / Amir:I just realized I'm the Creepy Old Dude AT Shows now! I'e become that which I hate, man! / Marten: When you stare into the void, the void stares back at you. I guess the smae's true for mosh pits.
Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday Winslow: I wish I could procreate. / Pintsize: Why? / Winslow: I'd have someone to teach! Someone to raise! Someone to look after me in my obsolescence! / Pintsize: Parent/child relationships are messy. Why go to the trouble of raising something that might end up hating you anyway? / [[Roomba <>s by as Pintsize plays matador with it]] / Winslow: My offspring wouldn't hate me! I would be a good father! / Pintsize: It'd be easier to reproduce by cloning. No worries about the kids turning out bad, that way. That's how I'D do it. / Winslow: The concept of millions of copies of you running around is...alarming. / Pintsize: We would form our own sovereign nation. Our national anthem would be "Army of Me" by Bjork. Ole! / [[Roomba <>s by again as Pintsize says "Ole"]]
Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday Dora: You know he thinks this is just a game, right? / Faye: Is that what you two were whispering about? / Card: <> / Dora: I just wouldn't want you to get the wrong idea about his intentions. / Faye: He caught me off guard with the card, I admit. But I think I've returned the favor. / Dora: How so? / Faye: I did a quick sketch of me topless in the bottom of his coffee cup.
Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday {{Number 1185: Long-Term Plan}} / [[Amir, Marten, and Hannelore are in a bar, reasonably drunk.]] / Marten: I dunno, you don't really need to date someone your AGE, just someone more, uh, mature than Nat. / Amir: Yeh, you gotta point, man. But what're we gonna do about the BAND? / Marten: What *about* the band? You've still got Hanners and I. / Hannelore: Uh-huh! / Amir: Yeah, but we need 'nother guitarist! / Marten: We do? / Amir: Dude how're we s'posed to do the harmonized leads on "Bloodfrost?" Or the solo on "Dragon's Tomb?" There's gotta be a rhythm guitar goin' on under that. / Marten: I don't ... I don't know what songs you're talking about. / Amir: You haven't heard 'em yet. They're in my *head*. / Marten: I've got the perfect guy for us, then. His name is Scrambles. He's a giant purple otter and he's a *totally bitchin'* imaginary guitarist. / Hannelore: Can Scrambles play the harpsichord? We'll need it for the breakdown in "Bloodfrost."
Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday {{Number 1186: Semi-Altruism}} / [[Angus and Faye are at the counter of Coffee of Doom.]] / Angus: Excuse me, I— / Faye: Small no-foam latte, right? / Angus: I, er, yes, but I wanted to ... to ENQUIRE after one of your co-workers. Her name is Penelope, I believe? / Faye: Whaddya want with Penny? / Angus: I - I was wondering if you might be able to tell me when she'd be in next, and— / Faye: Listen buddy, lemme give you a tip. The last thing a barista wants is to get asked out by some random dude in the middle of her shift. You're wastin' your time. / Angus: Oh. Yes. I ... I suppose you're right. How silly of me. / Faye: ... Try striking up a conversation about literature first. Hemingway, maybe. Here's your coffee. / Angus: Oh! T-thank you very much. / [[Angus departs and Dora enters.]] / Dora: Penelope HATES Hemingway. / Faye: Romance is nothing without a good challenge. If he can survive her "Hemingway was a sexist pig" lecture, it's meant to be.
 
Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday Number 1187: Shamegasm / [[Amir, Marten, and Hanners leaving the bar, all slightly drunk.]] / Amir: All right, I should get goin'. I got work tomorrow. / Hanners: Yeah, I should get home and change out of these sweaty clothes. / Marten: Hey, uh, speaking of clothes... next time, you probably shouldn't play the drums in such a short skirt. / Hanners: What? Why not? / Amir: You were, uh, flashin' some underpants action. Actually, a lot of underpants action. / [[Hanners gapes. Marten and Amir stare at her.]] / [[Hanners continues to gape. Her eye twitches.]] / Amir: Is it possible for someone to literally die of embarassment? / Marten: I really hope not. We'd be convicted for manslaughter, and I'm too pretty to go to jail.
Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday {{Number 1188: Another True Story}} / [[Hannelore, Dora, and Marten are in Marten's living room. Hannelore looks pretty shell-shocked.]] / Hannelore: I have never been so mortified. / Dora: Aw, that's nothin'. Let me tell you a story. / [[Flashback, with Dora's voice over. She is shopping, and looks much younger and more dramatic.]] / Dora (over): Back in college I bought this really cute black vintage slip to wear as a skirt. / [[Flashback continues, as she walks around the campus.]] / Dora (over): The next day, I wore it around campus. I noticed a lot of people staring at me as I walked by. / [[Flashback continues; back at her dorm, her roommate looks aghast.]] / Dora (over): I didn't think anything of it at the time, but when I got back to my dorm after class, my roommate took one look and told me to turn around in the full-length mirror. / [[Flashback continues; she sees her rear-view reflection, eyes wide.]] / Dora (over): I hadn't noticed before, but the back of the slip was semi-transparent. And I was wearing a thong that day. / Dora (over): The entire campus got a full-on view of my ass. / [[Return to present.]] / Hannelore: Oh my god, that's horrible! / Dora: It had its upsides. My econ professor raised my grade a whole ten points, the dirty old fart. / Marten: Please tell me you still have that slip.
Number 1189: Lurid verse [[Sven's apartment]] / Angus: And then she said I should try striking up a conversation about Hemingway. I have an "in"! / Sven: And Faye told you this? / Angus: Yes, she did. Why? / Sven: I know what she's like.She's probably setting you up for her own amusement. I'd wager Penelope is no great Hemingway fan. / Angus: O-oh. I see. / Angus: Well, I suppose it's back to the rose-and-sonnet approach, then. / Sven: Dude, you could just talk to her. It's not that hard to do. / Angus: But talking is so, so... LIMITING. With a poem I can express my TRUE feelings- / Sven: "Roses are red. Violets are blue. You're hot. Let's fuck." / Angus: SLIGHTLY more tasteful than that, thank you.
Number 1190: What Goes Around Comes Around [[Sven opens the door of his apartment to see Faye there]] / Sven: Oh, Faye. What do you want? / Faye: I was bored and thought I'd come pester you. / [[Wil puts on his coat to leave]] / Sven: I believe you've met my friend Wil. / Faye: Gah! I, I mean... h-hello. / Wil: I was just leaving. Good evening Sven. / Faye: Your, uh, your friend Wil... he didn't happen to mention- / Sven: The coffee shop today? Penelope? Hemingway? Yeah. / Faye: Shit. / [[Faye looks away, mortified]] / Sven: You're really on a roll with the whole "make an ass of yourself thing" today. What's on the bill for tomorrow? / Faye: Would you like me to call your mother a whore, poison your cat, or take a dump on your sofa? / Sven: Let's go with number two. The little bitch peed in my sock drawer this morning.
Number 1191: Lookit Him Go Faye: I'm really sorry. I didn't...I didn't realize... / Sven: That the customers you treat like crap are actual people? / Faye: Yeah. Basically. God I'm a bitch. / Sven: Well at least there was no harm done. Besides, I'm hardly one to judge. I've practically got a PhD in treating people like crap myself. / Faye: "Practically?" / Sven: I never finished my dissertation on Post-Structuralism In Hobo-Kicking. / Faye: Heh. Okay, I should probably go before I do any more damage to my good name.
 
Guest strip by Chris Daily (www.stripteasecomic.com) Pintsize: Welcome back to the show! Our next guest had a big day a few weeks ago, and he's here to talk about it! Please welcome back, iPhone! / iPhone: Bitch, please! call me 3-G. / Pintsize: Now, you have a big opening weekend, I understand? / iPhone: I'll say! I'm so famous, I could walk out on the street and shoot somebody in the face and that person's family would be all, can I get your autograph? / iPhone: I was downloading these two sweet apps last night. They was practically beggin' to get on me. So I did 'em, and dude, they were so fast and easy! / I'm tellin' you, man! People be bendin' over an' spreadin' their legs for me to sniff in there direction! / iPhone: You know what I'm talkin' about, right cuz? / iPod Classic: You're a douche.
[[untitled]] The Illuminati? Jeph! The webcomic illuminati are tired of your shit! / No more cute girls chatting about boobs, or mysterious sexy underwear, or panel after panel of hipster innuendo! / It's time for the climax we've all known was coming since day one. / [[Hands Jeph a script]] / We've writen the final pages of Q.C. / Jeez guys... I... / Is this just page after page of grotsque pornography? / Page 12 has bunnies! / <> / [[On page: Hannelore: Let's fuck those fluffy white asses! Fuck yeah! (Hannelore puts on her wizard hat)]] / And so... / [[pixellated porn]] / [[More pr0n]] / Two weeks later: Wlp... there goes the last page. I know the council has made their decision, but God... it broke every artistic bone in my body to do this. / [[Graph shows pageviews trending up]] / [[Frustrated Jeph]] / Soon / [[Aurgh!]] / [[Abject shock]] / <> / [[Tentacle of Cthulhu wrapped around 'QC']] / by Zach Weiner, with apologies to Jeph Jacques, Scott Kurtz, R Stevens, Meredith Gran, Paul Southworth, and, you know... nice people.
Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday Marten: Coming to bed? / Dora: Yep! Got some energy left for some unf-unf? / Marten: Oh, I think I can-- / Yelling Bird: TWEET TWEET CHIRP CHIRP TWEETY TWEET!! / Yelling Bird: TWEET CHIRP TWEEET CHIRP BRAAAP TWEET TWEET CHIRP TWEETY CHIRP / Marten: Geez, there's that noisy little bird again. / Dora: Yeah, what's this, the 4th time this week? / Yelling Bird: CHIRP FWAA CHIRPY TWEET TWEEET CHIRP CHIRPY CHIRP TWEET TWEET / Marten: Sure is a loud little guy. Wonder what he's saying? / Dora: Oh, probably just some boring flying crap about power-to-weight ratios. / Yelling Bird: COME ON GOTHARELLA MY NADS WONT WAIT ALL NIGHT / Yelling Bird: GET STRIPPED OFF AND SHOW ME SOME OF THAT REVERSE COWGIRL ACTION / Yelling Bird: AND THIS TIME PUT ON SOME DRAGONFORCE / Yelling Bird: BTW NICE LANDING STRIP
A secret origina tale of highly "questionable content" by Rene Engstrom Take me Sven Bianchi! Take me in your Italo-nordic way! / [[thought balloon]] / You suck Sven! / Also you're a slut! / Why are you so horny? / Do meeee! / I'm sorry. / I can't. / CURSE THAT WRETCHED BANSHEE! My cock is USELESS! / For 40 days and 40 nights after his "encounter" with Faye, Sven was celibate... / Unable to satiate his raging libido, Sven was on the verge of insanity... / ... Until a plan started to form. / Why should he have his cake and eat it too? / To be "One-woman-man" Sven Bianchi and continue to whore around required an "alter ego." / Thus was born... / HIPSTER BATMAN! / It's called a keffiyeh, and I wear it to support Palestine, actually! / [[Lamer talking to chick]] / Being & nothingness! Blah! Blah! Blah! Fuckin' blah! Sartre! Blah! / PONTIFICATE / HELP! I just want to get laid! / [[Hipster batman arrives]] / WOOSH! / Thank you hipster batman! / Whatever. / Let's DO IT! / Yeah alright. / Welcome to the BATLOFT! / WOW! / Oh my GOD! An original Andy Worhol Velvet Underground! / They're alright. / Don't touch the banana. / Do Me Hipster Batman! / Who's the man behind the keffiyeh? / <> / Who could that be? / <> / PIZZA GIRL!
Guest strip by John Campbell (www.picturesforsadchildren.com) natalie portman's shaved head? / i hate you when you're pregnant? / what are you guys doing? / that is not the longest band name! / that's what we're doing. / oh. poor boy johnson and the goddamn rattlesnake? / that's two groups! that's against the rules. otherwise i could drop "the octopus project with black moth super rainbow." / okay / and it's too obscure, people are supposed to recognize what we're talking about and feel better about themselves. / oh i've got one now! / ...and you will know us by the trail of dead's full title doesnt count since they go by the shortened version. / aw man how'd you know? okay, new one. / thee silver mount zion memorial orchestra and tra la la band (with choir)? / i think we'll count it. / okay, that's the new band name to beat. / hey guys, which female character am i? / am i the one with the crippling psychological problems / [Note at bottom: that's all of them do you get it]
 
Number 1197: Yelling Bird To The Rescue [[Yelling Bird is perching on a branch]] / Yelling Bird: ON SATURDAY NIGHT, JEPH AND MANY OF THE MOST WELL-KNOWN COMICS ARTISTS ON THE INTERNET WENT TO THE FANCIEST BAR IN SAN DIEGO AND WERE SERENADED BY TWO DRUNKEN STAR TREK ACTORS. / Yelling Bird: THIS IS WHAT WESTERN CIVILIZATION HAS COME TO, FOLKS. / Yelling Bird: JOIN ME IN WELCOMING THE INCOMING NUCLEAR MISSILES.
Number 1198: Marvin Gaye hour [[Sven's apartment, Faye is straddling his lap, blushing.]] / Faye: I told you this wasn't gonna happen again. / Sven: And yet here we are. / [[Sven is now shirtless, pulling Faye's shirt up]] / Faye: I... I can't *do* relationships. / Sven: Who said anything about a relationship? This is just two people having fun. / [[Faye is taking off her shirt]] / Faye: Was it all part of your plan? Wait until I' at my most vulnerable and then make your move? / Sven: I don't do "plans". I just go with what feels good. / [[They are now both naked]] / Faye: Wait, what if this was all part of MY plan? What if I put *myself* in this position unconsciously? / Sven: An Id is a terrible thing to waste.
Number 1199: Really more of an early Anthrax fan, anyway [[Faye and Sven are in bed]] / Faye: Wow. I can't feel my legs. / Sven: Glad you enjoyed yourself. / Faye: I did, although the Marvin Gaye in the background was a bit much. / Sven: Oh, you are NOT dissing on Marvin. there is no classier music. / Faye: So, is that always what you put o when you're making love to a lady? / Sven: Nah, I like to switch it up. Coltrane, Miles, King Crimson if the girl's freaky... / Faye: What, no Slayer? / Sven: You hooked up with the wrong Bianchi for that. / [[Dora straddling marten under the covers, she looks concerned]] / Dora: What's wrong, honey? / Marten: I... I'm sorry but Reign in Blood kind of kills my boner.
Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday Hannelore: Uno! / Winslow: Again?! / Pintsize: ASDF!!! / Hannelore: ASDF? / Winslow: It's a robot cuss word. He has a filthy mouth. / Pintsize: Human cusswords focus on mating, excretion, and genitalia. Robot cusswords focus on mashing on homerow. ASDF is a four-letter word. / Hannelore: Hee hee! So what is "qwerty" slang for then? / [[Winslow and Pintsize are both aghast/slack-jawed that Hannelore would say that.]] / [[Hannelore is now becoming quite uncomfortable]] / Hannelore: What? What did I say?
Questionable Content: New comics every Monday through Friday Sven: Mornin'. / Faye: Mornin'. / Sven: So...I don't wanna freak you out or anything, but is this gonna become a regular thing? / Faye: You mean last night? No, of course not! / Sven: Okay. / Faye: Wha... okay? / Sven: Yup. / Faye: What, am I no good in bed? Is that it? / Sven: Oh for fuck's sake.
 

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