1 - Voice

[pissinthatcup]

Hear there been some bodies dropped here las’ few days, an, that just got me, you know, to thinking it like this: We in a prison, yo, a outta space, inta-fuckin’-galactical worse of the worse motherfuckin’ cell block fulla fuckin’ zombies or some shit, so I been thinkin’ it like; what y’all expect them to be doin’ if you don’t step the fuck off

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[agent_bly]

Nice speech! And so eloquently put!

[pissinthatcup]

Nahh, ain't makin' no speech! Just be talkin, man, just talkin'.

[agent_bly]

That's a lot of talk.

[pissinthatcup]

Ain't no thing, man. You just speak you mind, you know?

[agent_bly]

I would think we could do without some of the more colorful language, but who am I to talk?

[pissinthatcup]

Well Shit. I can try and reign that shit on in fo' you if you askin', man? But, you know how it is, when you get to doin' one way and it ain't easy to keep it outta you, you know?

[agent_bly]

So, where are you from?

[pissinthatcup]

Baltimore projects, Sir. On the West side.

[agent_bly]

Ah, of course.

How are you finding the Barge? I still haven't determined when happy hour is-- you heard anything?

I WUSSED OUT.

[pissinthatcup]

What? Man, this be a prison, yo! Ain't no happy hour in prison.

[agent_bly]

That would explain it. I'm so used to cruises being pleasurable... Oh, well. I guess I'll have to look for drinks with little umbrellas elsewhere.

[pissinthatcup]

Nah, ain't gon' get none of that here, yo! Not unless you got some source outside who think them little 'brellas be worth he cheese!

[agent_bly]

I think they're worth it. What good is a drink without an umbrella?

[pissinthatcup]

And you want it served up by a lady in six inch heels wi' titties like two ripe peaches, right?

[agent_bly]

You have a gift with words. Have you ever considered poetry?

[pissinthatcup]

Naw man, I stick wi' what I know, you know?