Mateo: So, then I go, "I'm undocumented," and then Jeff goes, "That's why you dumped me?" And I go, "Yeah," and he goes, "Whoa," and I go, "Mm-hmm."
Cheyenne: And what'd he go?
Mateo: He was... weird. He said he didn't know what to do and he just left. I mean, what if he hates me?
Cheyenne: He doesn't hate you.
Mateo: He might. For all I know, he's reported me by now.
Cheyenne: I'm sure he didn't. If he did, then, you know, a bunch of guys in uniform would've busted in here by now all like, "Everyone, down on the ground! Black-bag that guy and throw him in the van." Soldiers would pop out of the ceiling, and just start pounding on you, like, knee to the face, knee to the head, crotch-punch, crotch-punch! And then, you'd probably get sent to Guantanamo.
Mateo: Uh-huh. Probably.
Cheyenne: Man, how weird are sponges?