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[pinkeffinprofessional]

-uckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-

[The sound of a payphone getting lifted off the reciever, and then a dialtone, and dialing]

Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit-

Hello? Joe? Why the hell am I even-

[The phone slams down into the reciever]

Fuck, it would fucking figure that the only fucking payphone I find isn't fucking working. Fuck. After that crap, fuckfuckfuckfuck this is fucked.

[There's the sound of a hand smacking something. And then there's a pause, and a breath]

Okay, this isn't total shit, I mean-

[There's a pause, and the sound of cloth against the microphone of a Network Device]

Holy shit.

Is this shit getting recorded? What the hell happened to rights to privacy? Hey, are you listening on the other end? You know what listening to people talking over a payphone makes you, asshole? A pervert. What the fuck is wrong with you?

This is the fucking decline of Western Civilization right here.

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

Why the fuck would I ever eat your fucking Fruit Brute? It's all about the fucking Booberry.

And I'm not planning on staying that long. As soon as I can get some money, I'm out of your fucking hair.

[He takes in everything. Don't worry, his fingers are sticky and subtle at the same time. You'll be missing things you didn't even know you owned before you know it.]

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[orangetoughguy]

[Mr. White, the baddest man in the whole damn town, meaner than a junkyard dog, bites. Freddy knows this now. Blonde might've found out too had Freddy not, you know, gunned him down.]

Too bad we don't have no fuckin' Booberry. Guess you'll go without any grain. [Oh and in addition to Larry's odd hours...] I play music real loud in the morning. Deal.

[Actually, one thing Freddy didn't do was stash the pot they got not too long ago. Oops.]

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[whitetwoguns]

[Given the chance, Larry would have gone at Blonde like a rabid dog. He wanted to. Everybody knew it. But he was trying to play the rational guy. Then again he's had plenty of time to hash over missed opportunities.

Puff, puff, puff on his cigarette then he grinds it out in the nearest tray. Shit, Freddy and his music. Is that worth talking about? Personally, he could do without it.

Larry sees that bag. Can he get it without attracting attention? Good one, kid. Real good. Well, it can stay there for now. If Pink thinks he can come on in and eat their food, drink their booze and drink their herb for free he's got another thing coming. He would ask about it.]

I think that's about it then.

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

Works for me.

[He puts his hands in his pocket - see, nowhere near your crap (for now) - and looks at the door]

I'm going to head out, check this place out some.

Thanks for letting me crash.

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[orangetoughguy]

Yeah now you got a place to hide if you piss off a fuckin' vampire motherfucker.

[Hey it's practically sundown by now ain't it? Those guys come out at night, at least in this part of town. He looks at Larry though, just to see if he thinks letting Pink go off on his own is a good idea or not.]

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[whitetwoguns]

One more thing, Pink.

[Yeah, that's his name. That's the basis that level of professionalism is what they're going to stick with.]

No guests. You leave this apartment alone, and you come back alone. This isn't Grand Central Station. We still dunno who or what's gonna pop up.

[So if shit goes missing, the list of suspects is short. Yeah, that's right. He's on to you already motherfucker.]

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

Got it, got it, sheesh.

[He shakes his head a little as he heads out the door. Fucking crazies. Why does he always end up working with fucking crazies?]