"...Chance? Why do you sound so...enthusiastic? This isn't you, man."

"He or she? Your manager's gender."

"Because I want to talk about her properly and respectfully, with the right pronouns. She should fire you, and how are you calling her creepy when she's literally watching you?"

"You're so lucky to have such a laid-back boss. Target doesn't seem too bad to work at. And you don't like me now?"

"Well, who likes a bitch?"

"I do. You're interesting, and that's why I like to talk to you."

"Pfft. Whatever, asshole. Today is so boring. Tell your manager to go home or focus on someone else for now until I hang up. Or, say something funny to lighten the mood. Make the call more fun to be in."

"You can be multiple...things. Is 'things' even a good word for it? Well, your personality doesn't just have to be: Chance the sarcastic. You can be funny. Or shy, or mean, or brutally honest. You're a lot more than sarcastic. And you need some social lessons pronto. Talk about yourself, therapist."

"Chance, I'm not that bad. And you're taking this too seriously. You're someone I opened up to, and I'm starting to like your company so in order to keep it, I need an excuse. Calling you my therapy is my excuse to just get to know you and to have you stick around. It's annoying and sad that I have to use this as my excuse to talk to you and to potentially be friends with me, but I don't know. We can also talk as friends along with you helping me and the fake, unlicensed therapy."

"..."

"Just give Farah a chance, Chance."

"...HAHAHHAHAHAH. FARAH'S SO FUNNY. GET ON MY LEVEL, DWEEB."

"Have some fun, Chance. Your name is perfect to use for jokes. You know it's true, too."