Dasch: cant let u just juggle my nuts like that.

Dude: i hope you now understood what threat i am capable of

Dasch: such a low grade strategy, just brute, barbaric. i dont have to see how u manage when it comes to humans.

Dude: now you suddenly play this "im just a dog" victim card? i thought higher of you.

Dasch: u pointed a gun at my nuts, what's left of me? ur like terrorist making fun of roped hostage. 

Dude: terrorist? what about your peeing terror attacks on my holylands.

Dasch: holylands? beer cans flying everywhere. your socks never match. i dont know how garbage bin can be so smelly and holy at the same time. 

Dude: you know they are meant to be that way. it's part of my grand room design. you just dont understand the hidden meaning of it. you will never understand.

Dasch: i wont understand because your room as it is is beyond reason. i dont think god blesses that room. thats why i pee on it just to give it more symbolism and company.

Dude: just stop peeing for goodness, you little creature! its over now. this game has ended. i never thought it would take this much for such stupid matter. our time is too short for this. yours is even shorter. do something more worthy, will you? 

Dasch: im good with where i am in this game of life. i know what i am doing. i think the burden is on you. you just blaming me instead of yourself. haha. pathetic loner

Dude: how can i be a loner when you are talking to me. loner is someone alone.

Dasch: im talking to you but that doesnt mean i am with you.

Dude: okay then where are you.

Dasch: im not where you see. you just look and i wont be there.

Dude: but you are crazy to say that because i can see you right now. cant you see im seeing you?

Dasch: and you think that's me. thats not me. i dont like the way you see me. you have this way of seeing... just now yes you are keep doing that. you are not seeing me correct so, thats not me.

Dude: u said about beers flying in my room. did you have sip of all of them? or did you pee inside one of them and i drank it somehow? i think u have ptsd from my nutslicing ultimatum. yet, im not so sorry.

Dasch: dont worry im the one sorry for your sorry soul. an drunken couch potato, drinking lifetime away, scratching his moon belly in silence.

Dude: by the way, im sober so ur accusation is baseless. im in fact more sober when im drunk. none of your poetic crap works against me.

Dasch: so your a sober couch potato.

Dude: thats not so bad. all it means i am found sitting on my couch. potatoes are staple food around the world. it means how important and nutritious i am. speaking of potato, potato chips are too good...to be legal. i cant stop eating. its like potato on drug.

Dasch: no its couch potato on drugged potato

Dude: just stop your nonsense analogy would you? cant u just speak english whilist you can communicate in human language? 

Dasch: what did you expect to come out of my mouth for a four legged domesticates creature?

Dude: you are doing that crap again. stop that shit. you spin my head so much i get drunk talking to you.

Dasch: i thought you wanted drunk. so this is my gift to you. no one else got it.

Dude: speaking of which, sun is down. its beer time.

Dasch: sounds very you

Dude: except its different today, i no longer mess with canned beverage. its a prime rule. glass beer it should be.

Dasch: just dont misthrow it and hit me.

Dude: that wont happen cause im gona make a bowling alley tonight. gota put them in the right order. if you know what im saying.

Dasch: i wont cheer for you but i will be surprised when you hit the strike. do you get a prize for that?

Dude: umm.... i havent thought that deep. you are actually adding some value here to my night's entertainment. so every time i strike...

Dasch: ... you look at the mirror and think about ex-girlfriend.

Dude: you little...!!!