[kavinsky should definitely be worried that reality is about to unravel right now, but he merely angles the camera around to take an even more stupid selfie with one of the flying pigs.
and then he pulls a pistol out of the back of his pants, and points it at one of the improbable little pictures, experimentally. fortunately, neither billy nor his ex-boyfriend are actually in his line of sight.] Hey, [he calls out.] Can I get chicken pork if I cap one of these little fuckers? H--whoa.
[he notices finally, billy's fingers going through part of teddy's arm. and blinks.] Ummm.
[teddy says,] Maybe tomorrow, [and then that's the last thing teddy says.]
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and then he pulls a pistol out of the back of his pants, and points it at one of the improbable little pictures, experimentally. fortunately, neither billy nor his ex-boyfriend are actually in his line of sight.] Hey, [he calls out.] Can I get chicken pork if I cap one of these little fuckers? H--whoa.
[he notices finally, billy's fingers going through part of teddy's arm. and blinks.] Ummm.
[teddy says,] Maybe tomorrow, [and then that's the last thing teddy says.]