““What freaking year were you born in? You can’t be much younger than me. They had all of those shows about Amazon chicks and Greek gods, gladiators. . .” “You watched shows about Amazons and Greek gods.” It was more of a flat statement than a question. “Screw you. Them bitches were fierce.” “You’re a bizarre person.” “Says the guy in the bodysuit.” Mr. Greek’s mouth sunk at the sides. “It’s protective armor.” “Like I fucking said.””
