Armani looks like he's about to cry. "I didn't submit one of these!" he whines to his lunch group, as if he's already been accused of the heinous crime of cheating on someone who is not actually his boyfriend. He rifles through his belongings and pulls out a slip of paper filled front-to-back with different notes, calculations, and star chart sketches. There's a squared off portion that clearly displays both his and Laszlo's names and final chart calculations. "I calculated it myself and there's no way Laszlo scored only eighty two percent! Maybe our numerology is a little off, but our birth charts are perfectly compatible!"