I pointed the camera at him for like 4 minutes, making him keep this exact pose the entire time.
Tools of the trade.
Face vines are great until they come to life and tear off your face eyebrows.
“This totally looks like beer.”
“I know. Think we should act drunk?”
“If we think it is beer, and we think hard enough, we just might be drunk for reals.”
Like hauling away evid-…trash.
Attending Extravaganza backstage and knowing you don’t have any responsibilities.
Just having a grand ole time.
Doing the dance.
“Worth it.”
“Is that Z note? Hey, who messed with my pages?!”
Used a lyric so dirty she had to hide her face.
“I’m not sure I’m comfortable with the frequency with which ‘murder’ is talked about here."