THEY TOTES MADE IT UP. IANTO WAS TRYING TO GET HIS LINES OUT, AND THEN JACK KEPT GIGGLING, AND THEN JACK LAUGHED SO HARD HE CRIED. IANTO HAD TO PUNCH HIM IN THE STOMACH TO GET HIM TO SHUT UP. AND GWEN WAS ALL, 'LOOK, THIS BOX SMELLS LIKE ROTTEN EGGS.'
IANTO: I LOVE YOU. JACK: DON'T SAY IT. IANTO: OH MY GOD WHAT DID YOU EAT FOR LUNCH? JACK: A BUCKET OF FRIED ONIONS! IANTO: JESUS. CUT. GO BRUSH YOUR TEETH AND EAT A MOUND OF TIC TACS. JACK: THEY WERE TASTY! GWEN: ARE WE TAKING A BREAK? CAN I GET OUT NOW?
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Date: 2009-07-10 04:00 pm (UTC)IANTO: I LOVE YOU.
JACK: DON'T SAY IT.
IANTO: OH MY GOD WHAT DID YOU EAT FOR LUNCH?
JACK: A BUCKET OF FRIED ONIONS!
IANTO: JESUS. CUT. GO BRUSH YOUR TEETH AND EAT A MOUND OF TIC TACS.
JACK: THEY WERE TASTY!
GWEN: ARE WE TAKING A BREAK? CAN I GET OUT NOW?