Cabin Fever

On a Sunday morning, Emeric bursts from his room sing a Killers song terribly off key.

Emeric: But he talks like a gentleman, like you imagined when youuuuuuu weeeerre yoooo-ung - [coughs] - nope, can't hit that last note.

Kieran: Uh, actually you didn't hit any of them.

After a late night Sauna, Emeric and I hit up Perkins for shakes.

Emeric: If our waiter doesn't show up soon I suggest we start throwing things.

Kieran (dryly): If the couple behind you don't stop gazing at each other I'm gonna start whipping creamer containers at them.

Emeric: Oh, leave them alone.

Looking over his shoulder at the couple, who were gazing at each other lovingly.

Emeric (digustedly): Poke holes in the creamerbefore you throw them.