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Top 40 ships (the order is pretty irrelevant) - #11: Chris&Jal (skins)
“Dry your eyes, princess.” “Huh?” “Maybe you stop being a pussy and get off your ass and go do something about it.” “Fuck it.” “Right, saying fuck it works for you then.” “Not really.” “Then maybe you should, you know, try.” “I do try…don’t I?” “No.” “Yeah, well, that’s all you ever say: no”. “No way!” “Ah see, there you go! Always saying no, right? No to pills, to parties, to me putting my hand on your cooch.” “Okay. Okay, so let’s make a deal. I’ll start saying yes, and you have to stop saying fuck it.” “I’m gonna have to have that in writing, I’m afraid.”

“Play the game, Chris. I am.”
“Hey, you know when you were little, did you ever use to unbutton the covers and get inside? When you were young, did you ever read The Very Hungry Caterpillar? Oh, it’s a classic. It’s about this caterpillar, and he basically eats a load of stuff and then he gets in a cocoon and becomes a butterfly. And, uh, after my brother died, both my parents were just…you know, I’d just get inside my duvet and read it over and over. And it made me think that when I came out, I didn’t want to be different. I just wanted what was outside to be different.” “And was it ever?” “No. I’m gonna get sacked, Jal. The boss knows I’m a fuck up.” “Do you remember what you wanted the house to look like when you came out the duvet? Maybe you can sell that. You’re not a fuck up, Chris.”

“It’s kind of easy when you’ve got nothing, cause when you’ve got nothing, nothing can be taken away from you. I don’t want nothing anymore.”
“All my luck. It’s all I’ve got.”
“Jal, look at me. I was perfectly happy killing myself but then you asked me to try, and for the first time in my life it felt like someone actually gave a shit, and that person was worth trying for. And now, I’d make the worlds record biggest sandwich if you asked me to. I’d kick old granny in the tits. I’d fill the rivers with panda pops. I’d…” “Stop.” “I f*cked up big time. I’m more than sorry. I love you Jal. You’re my whole world.”
“I’ve been thinking about what Chris would’ve wanted me to say today. The advice he’d give me. Which’d be something like “You know what, babe? Fuck it. These guys know all about me. Tell them about someone different”. So I thought I’d say something about a hero of Chris’. A man called Captain Joe Katanga. In 1960, climbing into a foil ballon, Captain Joe ascended 32 kilometers into the stratosphere. And then, armed only with a parachute, he jumped out. He fell for 4 minutes and 36 seconds, reaching 740 miles per hour, before opening his parachute, 5 kilometers above the earth. It had never been done before, and has never been done since. He did it just because he could. And that’s why Chris loved him. Because the thing about Chris was, he said yes. He said yes to everything. He loved everyone. He was the bravest boy … man I knew. And that was…he saw himself out of a foil ballon everyday. Because he could. Because he was. And that’s why…and that’s why… we…we love him!”

Top 40 ships (the order is pretty irrelevant) - #11: Chris&Jal (skins)

“Dry your eyes, princess.” “Huh?” “Maybe you stop being a pussy and get off your ass and go do something about it.” “Fuck it.” “Right, saying fuck it works for you then.” “Not really.” “Then maybe you should, you know, try.” “I do try…don’t I?” “No.” “Yeah, well, that’s all you ever say: no”. “No way!” “Ah see, there you go! Always saying no, right? No to pills, to parties, to me putting my hand on your cooch.” “Okay. Okay, so let’s make a deal. I’ll start saying yes, and you have to stop saying fuck it.” “I’m gonna have to have that in writing, I’m afraid.”

“Play the game, Chris. I am.”

“Hey, you know when you were little, did you ever use to unbutton the covers and get inside? When you were young, did you ever read The Very Hungry Caterpillar? Oh, it’s a classic. It’s about this caterpillar, and he basically eats a load of stuff and then he gets in a cocoon and becomes a butterfly. And, uh, after my brother died, both my parents were just…you know, I’d just get inside my duvet and read it over and over. And it made me think that when I came out, I didn’t want to be different. I just wanted what was outside to be different.” “And was it ever?” “No. I’m gonna get sacked, Jal. The boss knows I’m a fuck up.” “Do you remember what you wanted the house to look like when you came out the duvet? Maybe you can sell that. You’re not a fuck up, Chris.”

“It’s kind of easy when you’ve got nothing, cause when you’ve got nothing, nothing can be taken away from you. I don’t want nothing anymore.”

“All my luck. It’s all I’ve got.”

“Jal, look at me. I was perfectly happy killing myself but then you asked me to try, and for the first time in my life it felt like someone actually gave a shit, and that person was worth trying for. And now, I’d make the worlds record biggest sandwich if you asked me to. I’d kick old granny in the tits. I’d fill the rivers with panda pops. I’d…” “Stop.” “I f*cked up big time. I’m more than sorry. I love you Jal. You’re my whole world.”

“I’ve been thinking about what Chris would’ve wanted me to say today. The advice he’d give me. Which’d be something like “You know what, babe? Fuck it. These guys know all about me. Tell them about someone different”. So I thought I’d say something about a hero of Chris’. A man called Captain Joe Katanga. In 1960, climbing into a foil ballon, Captain Joe ascended 32 kilometers into the stratosphere. And then, armed only with a parachute, he jumped out. He fell for 4 minutes and 36 seconds, reaching 740 miles per hour, before opening his parachute, 5 kilometers above the earth. It had never been done before, and has never been done since. He did it just because he could. And that’s why Chris loved him. Because the thing about Chris was, he said yes. He said yes to everything. He loved everyone. He was the bravest boy … man I knew. And that was…he saw himself out of a foil ballon everyday. Because he could. Because he was. And that’s why…and that’s why… we…we love him!”

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