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“I hate you” 

“Oh, come on, I’m not that bad” 

“You got us lost. In the middle of the desert.” 

“Okay maybe I am that bad. But I apologized already” 

“Seriously? You APOLOGIZED?” 

“Hey, hey, no need for screaming. I can get us out of here.” 

“Yeah? How, smarty-pants?” 

“Oh well, with my wonderful sense of orientation of course.” 

“YOU’RE THE ONE WHO GOT LOST IN THE FIRST PLACE, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?”

“Geez, Julia, don’t you ever make mistakes? I said I can fix this, how about a little trust?” 

“How can I trust you, asshat, when we’re in the middle of nowhere, boiling under the sun, with no map and no sense whatsoever of where we are?” 

“Trusting me. For starters, I do know where we are.” 

“Where?” 

“In the desert, dummy.” 

“Oh, for God’s sake. I’m going to kill you.” 

“Can’t you at least laugh for once, my god, the stress you put me through.” 

“UUUUUUUGHHH” 

“Okay, I get it, you’re mad, but if you calmed down maybe we could work this out together.” 

“So now mister ‘I don’t need a map, we’ll be fine’ wants to work things out together and it is all my fault right?” 

“Jesus woman, cool it down a little, you’re not helping.” 

“YOU FREAKING GOT US LOST.” 

“Okay I see your point, but maybe you should see those palm trees over there.” 

“What palm trees?” 

“Those” 

“There are no palm trees there, Ross.” 

“Of course there are. See? Over by that dune.” 

“Ross, I’m telling you, there’s nothing there.” 

“And I am telling that there is. Come on let’s have a look.” 

“No, Ross, come back here, hey! Crap…” 

“See? I TOLD YOU THERE WERE PALM TREES HERE” 

“DON’T TOUCH THAT YOU MORON!” 

“Why not?? They’re our ticket ho- OUCH” 

“I told you, those aren’t palm trees.” 

“Humm…” 

“Come here, let me take care of it, you thickheaded manchild.” 

“You don’t hate me then.” 

“I do, but just a little bit.”