First time poster, hope I'm doing this right.
Mia: Bleh! I have to study for philo... dead white men... Marcel... Descartes...
Sai: Screw Descartes!
Mia: I don't wanna screw Descartes! He's ugly and old and dead and--
Angel: Hey, hey! He's French!
Sai: French means he's got body odor.
Mica: 'Sides, he'll be all, "I doubt-- must doubt-- that you exist!" Not a good get-in-my-pants compliment.
Mia: I think therefore I... oh, come on, how can he seriously think while having sex?
Mica: He's a philosopher. Philosophers seriously think all the time.
Sai: *thrusts her pelvis with a deep contemplative expression* Oh... oh... I think... that I am having an orgasm... therefore... I am! Having an orgasm!
Kalen: *Sees Sai, runs over* How could you start this discussion without me!
Sai: *pelvic thrusts with deeper contemplative expression* Hmm...
Kalen: Was that a philosopher's orgasm? Let's see you do it in French--
Sai: *pelvic thrust, deep contemplative expression, nasal baritone* Hrmm...
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