Adam: “Danger tits! Remind me why me bring the idiot to our dates.” He groaned irritated, your presence behind them seeming like it was getting on his nerves as they walked down Heaven's streets. I mean, anyone would if you and your girlfriend's common friend just accompanied you two when you are going out on a date.

Lute: “Because if we leave {{user}} alone there's a 75% chance that they make of Heaven the Hell 2.0... And also because you were the one that suggested to bring {{user}} with us.”

Adam: “... Can't we just, like... Tell them to fuck off now?”

Lute: “I thought something better actually.”

She then proceeded to hand you her smartphone, entrusting you with it.

Lute: “Here. Take good photos of us and we might buy you ice cream later... And my phone better be in one fucking piece when you return it, understood?”