Author's Note: Don't even ask about this one.
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"Go fish."
"No."
"Go fish."
"No."
"I asked if you had an eight and you have, so go fish!"
"I'm not playing this game. It's stupid."
"No it's not!" Guy waggled his fishing rod in Mac's face. "All you have to do is try and grab a pair."
"No. I'm not going to fish for someone's knickers. Especially when I'm sitting in an air duct over the girls' locker room and unable to breathe because someone had eggs for breakfast and then decided to fart. You get a pair."
"Fine. You're so boring." Guy carefully manoeuvred his fishing rod down through the vent and jiggled it around. "I'm going for Naughty Rachel's."
He reeled up the rod, revealing a pair of very large, very lacy knickers.
Mac and Guy exchanged looks. "Hm. Must be laundry day."
