contact;

[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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[pinkeffinprofessional]

[He hears that and comes out a second later-]

Holy fucking shit.

Holy shit run you asshole!

[God, does Pink hates this town.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Run? Nope. Not a chance. He's gotta take Eddie down just like his papa. This one might be easier.]

Come on, asshole.

[Two guns cocked and firing. Both to the chest. Hopefully this will be less messy...for the old man that is.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

For fuck's sake, are you out of your fucking mind?

[Pink is taking off. Sorry, Larry]

[whitetwoguns]

How else is he 'supposed to go down? Gimme a hand.

[Even as he sees the puff of smoke behind Mr. Pink.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[Too late. He's taken off. You're on your own.

But if you run you might be able to catch up with him]