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How should the argument in the spa between Priya and Ryan/Travis gone?

Ellie Mae

Does this picture make my ears look big?
Most know that I am, if not a radical Pristian, still a Pristian. That aside, and keep in mind I am really just curious, wondering how each of you wish the conversation had gone. What should Priya have said. Or Ryan, or Travis. Just what do you think would have made it better to you as an individual.
 
I think they should all honestly just move on. There is little point arguing and going over these things... especially when what they have seen is only a fragment of what has been said.
 
I'll tell you how it should have went:

Travis: Oi! Youse thunk injin lady say bad thangs?
Ryan: <mumbles incoherently while scooping a booga out of his left nostril>
Priya: <We see her lips moving but all we can hear is a loud chant in our head "DEFENSE! BOM. BOM. BOM. DEFENSE! BOM. BOM. BOM.>
Travis: Oi! Me missus and me, we be not good with youse ventilating!
Ryan: <mumbles more incoherent nonsense while this time picking the side of his mouth with his booga-riddled finger>
Priya: <"DEFENSE. BOM. BOM. BOM. DEFENSE. BOM. BOM. BOM.">
And then cycles back to the beginning.

Oh wait. That's what actually happened...
 
Priya leaves the spa to go to the diary room.

Travis: I say, Ryan old chap, what a pleasant night.

Ryan: It is old boy! Fancy a bit of fly hunting?

Travis: What a smashing idea! But how can we see the flies in the dark?

Ryan: You see, we don't. That's what makes it so fun!

Travis: Well I can't wait.

Ryan and Travis meet outside after they have changed into their fly hunting gear. The start to hunt and kill flies.

Travis: What jolly fun!

Ryan: I'll say. But i'm having trouble with this little blighter. He just won't stay still for long enough.

Travis: Do you need any help, old boy?

Ryan: No, I'm perfectly fine, thank you.

Ryan is just inches away from killing the fly when a small voice, like that of a human comes from the fly.

Fly: Please don't hurt me sir. I've got a wife and kids to feed I have. I'm just just a lowly worker, that's all I am.

Ryan: That may be so, but I am fly hunting, and you will be hunted! For queen and country.

Fly: But, Sir, why do you need to hunt me.

Ryan: Because...well I don't really know to be honest.

Fly: Maybe you hunt for fun?

Ryan: Fun? What's that? Is that something I could hunt?

Fly: Ummm, no. Anyway, I better be going. My daughter is about to perform in the circus.

Travis walks over to where Ryan and the fly are standing.

Travis: What's the problem?

Ryan: This confounded fly won't let me hunt him!

Travis: Hello Mr Fly, have you got a proper name?

Fly: Yes, Sir, my name is Frederick Flyus.

Travis: Pleased to meet you, Frederick, my name is Travis.

Frederick: Ahhhhh, yes, Travis, named after the Roman God Travidio.

Ryan: I don't think that's right.

Frederick: I have a degree in history.

Ryan: I don't believe you.

Frederick: You don't? Well that's too bad.

Suddenly Frederick the fly flies off.
 
Priya leaves the spa to go to the diary room.

Travis: I say, Ryan old chap, what a pleasant night.

Ryan: It is old boy! Fancy a bit of fly hunting?

Travis: What a smashing idea! But how can we see the flies in the dark?

Ryan: You see, we don't. That's what makes it so fun!

Travis: Well I can't wait.

Ryan and Travis meet outside after they have changed into their fly hunting gear. The start to hunt and kill flies.

Travis: What jolly fun!

Ryan: I'll say. But i'm having trouble with this little blighter. He just won't stay still for long enough.

Travis: Do you need any help, old boy?

Ryan: No, I'm perfectly fine, thank you.

Ryan is just inches away from killing the fly when a small voice, like that of a human comes from the fly.

Fly: Please don't hurt me sir. I've got a wife and kids to feed I have. I'm just just a lowly worker, that's all I am.

Ryan: That may be so, but I am fly hunting, and you will be hunted! For queen and country.

Fly: But, Sir, why do you need to hunt me.

Ryan: Because...well I don't really know to be honest.

Fly: Maybe you hunt for fun?

Ryan: Fun? What's that? Is that something I could hunt?

Fly: Ummm, no. Anyway, I better be going. My daughter is about to perform in the circus.

Travis walks over to where Ryan and the fly are standing.

Travis: What's the problem?

Ryan: This confounded fly won't let me hunt him!

Travis: Hello Mr Fly, have you got a proper name?

Fly: Yes, Sir, my name is Frederick Flyus.

Travis: Pleased to meet you, Frederick, my name is Travis.

Frederick: Ahhhhh, yes, Travis, named after the Roman God Travidio.

Ryan: I don't think that's right.

Frederick: I have a degree in history.

Ryan: I don't believe you.

Frederick: You don't? Well that's too bad.

Suddenly Frederick the fly flies off.

Hahaha! I love you.
 
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