Yesterday, Dave was getting cranky because Adam didn't want to put any clothes on and go out and about. I told him to just go and Adam and I would hang out. He left, slamming the door. A couple minutes later the door opens and Dave yells "DAMN! DAMN-IT!!". I guess he banged his knee on the door or something bringing in the mail. He checks again to see if Adam has clothes on (nope) and then leaves.
Fast forward a couple hours. I'm in the bathroom and I hear Adam in the dog's room. "DAMAGE!! DAM! DAM! DAMAGE!!!"
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