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[pinkeffinprofessional]

If you don't know who the fuck you're trying to reach, then hang up the fucking phone. If not, leave a message. Try to make it snappy, will you?

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[whitetwoguns]

C'mon, Orange.

[White's standing up. His cigarette is calming. Getting out of here will sure keep Pink safe. Looks like words aren't enough right now.]

You're welcome.

[For the brownies and a ballsy chance to man up. Larry hoped somehow Pink would appreciate that. This is a guy who sat on by him when times are tough even if it was to help him drink his money and put it on into a sparkling thong on some lady's ass.]

[orangetoughguy]

Okay.

[Freddy says, to both Pink and White. It's not like he expected this to resolve itself in a day but...that flat request, well. He thought they were friends too. Still, it's better than kicking the shit out of each other and pointing guns. Who knows if that could have triggered Blonde's reappearance, complete with a fucking drink.]

Thanks, man.

[For helping him, for not trying to kill him, for not giving Larry a quick street vasectomy. On his feet now, he's taking up the old man's side to get a move on.]