Aubrey:You don’t want me there either, Todd. All you care about is Wayne.
Todd:Not true.
Aubrey:True. You didn’t even hang out with me at all last time. You spent the whole time with Wayne, and then Eli followed me around annoying the shit out of me all night.
Frank:Can we take this argument to direct so the rest of us don’t have to deal with the drama again?
Eli:Aww, the poor little attention whore isn’t getting enough attention? Oh no!
Eli:Not my fault Aubrey can’t take a fucking joke. He’s always doing it to me, why can’t I do it back?
Aubrey:Quelque chose ne va pas chez toi.
Todd:That was French. You’re drunk, aren’t you?
Aubrey:Je t'en veux.
Todd:Come on, Aubrey. Please come to the campout.
Gary:Excuse me?! We don’t talk to each other this way!
Gary:Eli and Aubrey, cut it out.
Aubrey:I didn’t do anything!
Eli:Maybe if Aubrey could land a boyfriend instead of a man of the hour, he wouldn’t be so butthurt.
Eli:But no one can stand him longer than two club songs and fifteen minutes in the bathroom.
Cynthia:Eli.
Eli:I mean, hell, even his best friend won’t hang with him.
Todd:Stop it, you jackass.
Aubrey:He’s right.
Todd:Aubrey, shut up. Come to the campout please.
Aubrey:You’re right, Eli. I suck.
Eli:Yeah, I know, apparently you suck a lot of things.
Aubrey has left the group chat.
Cynthia:Omg!
Wayne:What the fucking hell, Eli.
Eli:He’s being dramatic.
Vince:No, that was too far.
Gary:You all are making me sad today. Leave Aubrey alone. Please don’t everyone try to call him right now. I’ll talk to him.
Frank:Thanks for taking this to direct instead of blowing up my phone with drama this morning.
Eli:He’s not answering any of my calls.
