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Ant: I didn’t!

Gemma: Pretty sure you did, pal.

Ant: I wanted to know what ‘…’ meant!

Imogen: It’s a pause.

Rachel: God, you’re old.

Ant: A pause? Could you just not have, oh, I don’t know, not sent anything? Instead of blowing my phone up with bastard dots?

Rachel: Clearly someone else isn’t having much sex, either. The temper!

Gemma: My man is satisfied, thank you.

Jade: Try telling his texts that.

Steph: He’s got a nice rhythm, hasn’t he?

Jenna: Who?

Steph: Vienna. I can hear the headboard.

Dante: How can you hear…

Dante: Hang on a minute, have you actually come over?

Steph: You invited me.

Dante: The fuck I did!

Sunshine: I’m really busy, lads. Can we stop the nonsense?

Rachel: Oh my god, it’s TEXTS. The beauty of the text is that they DON’T need to be answered or even read straight away. You’re all CHOOSING to be here. You could silence your phone and get on with your day.

Steph: Oh, he’s picked up the pace a bit now. Must be coming to an end.

Dante: Stop listening!

Steph: Why? You are. And you’re naked whilst you’re doing it. You’re the weird one here, buddy. Not me.

Dante: Give me strength.

Jenna: Surprised you haven’t left the chat yet, Dante.

Dante: …

Jenna: …

Ant: Not again.

Rachel: He’s not allowed to leave.

Sasha: And he’s listening to you? What have you done to him?

Rachel: You don’t want to know the terms of our bet.

Steph: I bet it’s sex related.