RUBI: Yes.
CAM: fuck off.
RUBI: No.
CAM: give me a reason.
RUBI: I want to give Lord Nashie some good news
CAM: was it a chapel plate?
RUBI: The one with rabbits on
CAM: fucking rabbits?
RUBI: For detection purposes, duh
CAM: you’re off your fucking nut
CAM: it’s in the cupboard
RUBI: Damn. Clean?
Cam: yup
RUBI: Check the bins
Cam: no
RUBI: Yes.
CAM: why are you like this?
RUBI: Thorough? Efficient? Brilliant?
CAM: relentless when i’m fucking busy
RUBI: He’s your brother-in-law
CAM: not yet he ain’t
RUBI: Semantics
RUBI: Brotherhood
CAM: _
RUBI: Check the bins.
TEDDY: Stay out of the bins, biker boy. Locke ate his lunch on the roof. On his phone, while he played chicken with a cigarette
CAM: you couldn’t say this eighty-four messages ago?
TEDDY: You could have asked me eighty-four messages ago
RUBI: LMAO
RUBI: How are you even in this chat? I didn’t add you