“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.”