[ Zero makes a shrill, slightly annoyed sound of surprise when he bites down on her ear– swatting him with her bacon grease covered hands and following up with a shove. ]

Hey! I'm sensitive there, asshole– watch it.

[ She pushes past him so she can go spelunking into his fridge again and pull out a gallon of orange juice (which she drinks directly from). ]

Just watch– 

[ She wipes her mouth with the sleeve of his borrowed shirt, draping her arm over the fridge door. ]

One day you'll knock up some poor, stupid broad and you'll feel bad and take responsibility because that's the kind of bleeding heart you are. Next thing you know, you and the bitch get hitched and you're driving a fucking Volvo and spending your Saturday's watching idiot toddlers kick a soccer ball around.