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[buttpatting]

I do not "pat butts."

[it's just a saying, bro. you're master butt patter.]

Not even Boston butts. They require a firmer grip than just a pat.

I leave the patting to the farmer in charge.

Are we done?

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now sit on the blue couch. naturally, we fuck afterwards.

[buttpatting]

[jimmy jimmy jimmy

how much ruder can you be in five minutes hannibal is curious he needs to know]

Would you like to come over for dinner, Mister Price? You and the other two in your science team, perhaps? I would need to know beforehand if any of you are vegetarians.

[jfc why didn't jack tell him that it's like the epitome of douchebaggery, not telling a gourmet chef things like diets and allergies

everyone who comes to hannibal's table without being up front about their tastes is just gonna fucking die because he can't handle it anymore]