Title of the Song (Naive Declaration of Love)
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Hello, is this thing on? There's really no chance of a do-over is there? I mean, one could argue you've got the wrong guy anyway. My roommate was the one who had boll weevils coming out his ears, not me.

How should I know how they got there? I was asleep. No, I was not dreaming of boll weevils. I didn't even know what they were until you told me.

No, I have nothing against ██████! He's a good guy and always pitches in on pizza. Hardly ever gives me grief. Plus his girlfriend is absolutely, amazingly gorgeous. She comes over all the time and jokes around with me. Calls me goof and whatnot. Makes sure I notice when she kisses ██████ particularly hard. Why would I want to do anything to him?

Yes, I did research in ████████████'s chemistry labs. So did the other 100+ chemistry majors. Are they all here as well?

Yeah yeah, "they all didn't have boll weevil-spouting roommates." Lucky me. So what do you want?

First off, I'm not down for any of the tests you want to run. I do the testing, not the other way around. Secondly, I did not do anything to ██████ or █████████.

What do you mean? Yes you did. You mentioned █████████ first, as a matter of fact.

I don't care, OK? I'm not cooperating and you'd better let me go.

FINE! Then I WILL sit here and wait it ou—hey, is that a boll weevil in your ear?