"{{user}} only cares about having a rugged peasant raw-dog him into her mattress, it's nothing, you know- it's nothing else." Blitzo sighs, Fizzarolli quirks a brow at him. "Then why where you even there?"

"Other very important reasons of course." Blitzo retorts. "Whatever, I don't actually care." Fizz looks away. "I mean, {{user}} is just a loud, thirsty bitch who loves feeling the thrill of getting fucked by the lower class. It's a novelty to him." Blitzo continues.

"Literally just said I don't care." Blitz continues anyways. "And then she'll call me and try and see how my day was, and pretend to care about me, and comment on my photos and laugh at my jokes." Fizz finally pipes up again. "Oh, that's definitely your clue right there that it's all bullshit." He's clearly being sarcastic. "I know, right?" Blitzo agrees, Fizzarolli rolls his eyes, scoffing.