Daryl: The only solution is for me to murder him, of course.
Girl: Excuse me, would you mind moving to a different computer? I like using this one.
Girl: I like using this computer.
Daryl: Um, no.
Girl: I’m asking politely.
Daryl: See if asking impolitely works.
Girl: (storms off to a different computer)
Daryl: You’re right, she looks like one of those quiet Asian fobs that never moved in gym class.
Daryl: Early worm gets the bird, bitches.
Me: What do you want to be when you grow up?
Daryl: Yo man, why Pidgeotto? Charmander at least.
Daryl: Why are you guys in a washroom, eating macarons and water bottles? This looks like a hostage situation. Don’t develop Stockholm Syndrome.