Ginger was sitting at the table in the kitchen doodling in her notebook. Rigby looked in it. "What are you drawing?" he asked. "Nothing!" Ginger said slaming the notebook. "Let me see!" Rigby said snatching the notebook out her hands. "Hey! Give it back!" "No way! You like HFG? He asked you out? You guys kissed? Hey, Mordecai! Come and read this!" "I know, dude." "Mordecai, look at this!" Mordecai took the notebook from Rigby and gave it back to Ginger. "Dude! Why would DO that! Are you TRYING to get us fired?" "Sorry, man! I was-" "Don't gimme that 'sorry' crap! You heard what Benson said! One bad report from her, and were fired!" "Yeah but he doesn't mean that stuff when he says it!" "Yes he does! You know how much he likes her!" "Yeah but we don't know that for sure!" "Yes we-" "STOP IT! STOP FIGHTING! I HATE IT WHEN YOU GUYS FIGHT!" Mordecai and Rigby stopped yelling at each other and looked at Ginger. "You guys are friends. You shouldn't be fighting." "She's right, Rigby. We're friends, we shouldn't be fight. Sorry, Dude." "Sorry, man. Sorry, Ginger. For reading your diary." "Oh yeah. And thanks. For helping us out." "You're welcome. Aplolige accepted."
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