Animal psychic, buddy. Get a real job. One gift, one question. If I'm wrong, you walk. All right, fraud.
Then tell me why this psycho guards my bedroom door every night. Because your girlfriend's cheating on you, genius. Dude, you're being cheated on. He says there's something wrong with your girlfriend.
That's your big trick? My cat says something, so you tell me my girlfriend's cheating? Baby, look at me. You'd really trust some nobody from the internet over me?
Every Tuesday when he goes to the gym, she brings Mr. Protein Powder into the bedroom. I guard the door, and she kicks me out. Your cat says you'd better go check under the bed. Fine. If there's nobody under that bed, I'm reporting you till your scam account's gone. Go
Caleb! Caleb, enough. You're making yourself look like a complete idiot right Told ya, Mr. Protein Pounder. Baby, wait. It's not what it looks like. Sure. Start by explaining why he's hiding under my bed in his underwear.