10:46 P.M.
Previously:
((mischevious))
"Don't even think about it."
((silence))
((silence))
"Say something."
"No."
"But you just did-"
"Shut up."
((silence))
"Wait, why did you want me to say something?"
"I don't like quiet."
((eye-roll)) "I should have known."
"It's not my fault it's eerie in here. Is there even a light?"
"No."
"Did you check?"
"No."
"Then how do you know-"
"Be quiet."
((silence))
((silence))
"Can you please check for a light?"
"Why?"
"I just... want you to. I mean, if we're not gonna speak, the least I need is some light..."
"Are you..." ((realization)) "Are you afraid of the dark?"
((grumpy)) "Well, you don't have to sound so pleased about it."
"Oh, this is just rich!"
"Don't tell anyone, okay?"
"What makes you think I'm not going to tell anyone?"
"I'll- you wouldn't."
"What makes you so sure? You're in my debt, Sanders."
"... so, is this like a kinky, sex slave thing going on?"
"Greg!"
"Because if that's so, I think I could deal with being in debt to you..."
"Stop it!"
((sing-song)) "Sara wants me as her sex slave!"
"Shut up!"
"Really, Sara you don't have to hide it. I know I'm irresistable to women."
"HA! That's funny."
"You don't have to pretend anymore. I know how you feel about me now."
"Greg, shut up. I... I order you to shut up!"
"You order me? You order me?"
"Shut up or I'll tell Warrick about you're little fear."
"...Damn you."