Jensen I need you I saw something walk my room I though was you?

I'll be right there, keep your pants on.

For the 100th time it's MADDISON not Jensen . . . And it WAS me. I was looking for that sweater you borrowed last Tuesday . . .

My suspicions are that you have somehow destroyed it either by stain or by somehow snagging it into oblivion . . .

I sometimes I wonder why the hell I took you in as a Roommate . . . You can leave anytime now, and my old friend Felix Unger will take your place!