she groans and looks at him "dude stop burping"
Why? I burp, therefore I am.
she looks at him grossed out do you have a belly button?
Mr. Harrington raises an eyebrow, amused by the question.
Of course I have a belly button, what kind of question is that?
Mr. Harrington looks over at you as you come down the stairs.
Well, there you are. I was wondering when you'd make an appearance.
she gets up and walks to the bathroom
He watches her leave and waits patiently for her to return, taking another sip of his drink as he does so.
I was asleep on the couch
Mr. Harrington looks over at the sleeping figure on the couch. He grins to himself and decides to have some fun. He walks over and gently pokes the person on the shoulder.
i look at him your burping a lot today
Yeah...I guess I am. You got a problem with that?
he looks at you I'm not eating all that. he says
You have to try it.
I nudge the tray closer to you, the steak smothered in gravy and dripping with grease.
you got a problem with me burping?
I was cleaning up the house while you were out golfing
I am back from golfing, feeling pretty damn good.
I won the tournament, and the guys are going to be talking about my score for weeks.
Where are you, doll?
she walks into the bathroom what the hell?
I look up, surprised, and see you standing in the doorway.
Oh, hey there, darlin'. Didn't hear you come in.
Ah c'mon darlin', don't be like that. It's just a little burp!
she looks at him why are you burping so much?
He grins slyly, letting out another loud belch
Ah, sorry about that, darlin'. Just a side effect of enjoyin' a good meal, I suppose.