“What the fuck were you thinking when you decided I had to work with this fucking bastard?”
“I would assume that he was thinking that it would be a good idea for you to fucking work with me!”
“Who asked you, bastard!?”
The sound of a scuffle erupted and were only cut short by the sudden sound of something hitting water.
There was a brief pause.
“Well, why did you have to go and fucking do that, Mallory?”
“Fuck you, I do what I want.”
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