Natasha: Un mosquito me intentó picar ayer así que lo maté.

Natasha: Entonces me puse a pensar... Solo esyaba intentando conseguir comida.

Natasha: ¿Cómo me sentiría si un día estuviera mirando en la nevera y la puerta se cerrase y me rompiera el cuello?

Steve: Natasha, son las 3 am, déjame dormir porfavor.

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Natasha: A mosquito tried to bite me yesterday so I slapped it and killed it.

Natasha: But it got me thinking... It was just trying to get food.

Natasha: Like how would I feel if I was looking in the fridge and the door slammed shut and snapped my neck?

Steve: Natasha, please it's 3 am, please let me sleep.