You shouldāve kept your father out of this.
He was the one calling me a short guy and saying youād smash me, all while holding a beer in his hand.
Then you started talking about my divorce and telling the world you wouldnāt want to be my roommate.
Idiot.
First, weāre fighting, not dating.
Second, Iām not looking for a roommate.
When I put you to sleep and youāre lying there next to the rose, Iāll look at your father and ask him one simple question:
Whoās the short one now?
Iām gonna break you Justin.