Kim Kardashian and Scott Disick are living it up in Dubai, the city that never stops being sus.
And fittingly, last night they had a dinner fit for Disney villains.
Sitting at a banquet table big enough to feed the entire extended Kardashian-Jenner clan — deadbeat boyfriends and future stepchildren included — Kim and Scott sat on opposite ends of the table, with more food in front of them than they could eat even if they were stoned and starving, only they weren’t eating.
They weren’t even talking to each other.
Instead they were just on their phones, doubtlessly discussing their new plans to take over the world while a lone “Keeping Up With the Kardashians” kamera man preserved the dramsy moment.
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Whether or not their plans for world domination come to fruition, at least that’s one way to avoid making awkward small talk with your sister’s baby daddy.
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