“Check it, Chris. We found bigger nerds than you.”

“I’m not a nerd.”

 “Have you ever even touched a girl before?”

“I’m not continuing this conversation with you. It’s juvenile and pointless.”

“So that would be a no, and you are, by definition, a nerd.”

“Definition? Do you even know what a dictionary looks like?”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t hear you over how much of nerd you are.”

“I’ve never seen you with a girl, Wilson.”

“It’s not like I’m some human scab factory anymore. Of course I get girls. Have you seen these dimples?”

 “You are simple.”

“Maybe, but at least I don’t wear twenty year old shoes. Did you steal those off your Grampy’s corpse?”

“I hate you, you know. In fact, if we are ever in a situation where we are being chased by any kind of homicidal creatures, I am going to trip you. And I will laugh.”

“…You are a disturbed little nerd, aren’t you? Look, I like you, Chris. Really, despite your nerdy ways and antisocial tendencies and general candy-pantsness, you’re a good kid. I’ll help you get a girl.”

“Just…stop talking.”

“No, listen. I’m serious. Just next time you see a fine senorita, just say hi, compliment her hair, and ask her to grab some tacos. Easy as that.”

“Has that ever worked?”

“Don’t question me, nerd. I’m trying to help you here.”

Challenge #3

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