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1: Wilson at the table, Blake is smiling in the foreground as he cooks.
Blake: Jesse? The rabbit?
Wilson: Yup!
Blake: A neurologist?
Wilson: Uh huh!
Blake: You weirdo perverts are hidden all over society, huh.
2: A shot of Wilson, smirking.
Wilson: I seem to remember a certain someone being a perverted weirdo last night…
Blake: Uh… about all that…
3: Scramble eggs in a pan.
Wilson: You don’t even have to say it. You were drunk, it happens. I won’t mention anything to anyone.
4: Blake is looking over his shoulder.
Blake: I really appreciate that.
Wilson: I do kinda feel.. guilty. I guess I’m sorry if I, like… took advantage of you, or…
Blake: Nah. Don’t worry about it. We’ll just forget it ever happened.
5: Blake’ sshoulders bunch up.
Wilson: Heh… Hard to forget with all these pictures I took…
Blake: hrk!
Hover text: will be hard to forget that night once i blow these babies up as 3 foot wide canvas prints