WHAT IS THIS. Oh, you can give me that look all you'd like, Gyllenhaal. You can look at the camera like nothing is wrong. And you can walk ten steps ahead of her...
You can squint in feigned innocence and ignore that uncomfortable look on her face as you say, "What? Prophecy Girl? Who is that?"
Hell, you can even open the damned door for her for all I care.
But you know what, Jake? My cat died today. And where were you? You were out on the town, gallivanting with loose women, while I was at home eating microwavable Chinese noodles and crying over the new Deathly Hallows trailer.
Oh. OH. We are so fighting right now.
More nonsense at IHJ.