Dec 15, 2011 00:29
[The video comes on shakily and off-center to a vaguely interested, but mostly pissed Gat shaking the arrival letter expectantly]
Yo, who the fuck do I gotta kill around here to speak to the goddamn management? This is bullshit. Can't believe I'm the first to say it. Not the whole color and life hippy shit either - That's a whole other crock of shit I don't even wanna deal with right now - but this letter. Look.
It says, and I fuckin' quote - "you will be provided blah blah blah ensure your health and happiness." Now, I don't know about you kind folks but I ain't been provided with shit for my health or fuckin happiness.
I'm about sick of freezing my ass off out here, haven't seen a damn beer one, and there ain't no fuckin stripper poles neither. [He says these last two things as if they are just as vital to ones' health and happiness and protection from the cold is. Priorities, man.] How the fuck am I supposed to be happy when I ain't even got the basics?
re: yuri lowell,
re: juuza amakusa,
re: the boss,
re: john egbert,
johnny gat,
re: hanbei takenaka,
re: inoue orihime