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[shit_stings]

Aw, damn. That's nasty.

I know what I done. I acknowledge that shit easy enough. Hell, it was my job. I profited off of killing people. Now, though? Damn if I ain't just got a new boss before a curse's gonna' stop me from going to work.

All I'm saying is that there's gotta' be a better way to illustrate that, ethically speaking, I done fucked up.

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[glock30]

God, what's next? Are you gonna sing about it?

[shit_stings]

Nah. The hell gave you that idea?

[glock30]

It seemed like the next logical step.

[shit_stings]

You running on a new brand of logic, or what?

[glock30]

No, it's just one you obviously aren't used to.

[shit_stings]

Well, pardon me.

[glock30]

Not this time.

[shit_stings]

Or any other, I'd venture to guess.

What's your beef, sugar?

[glock30]

First off, you calling me sugar.

[shit_stings]

There was obviously a prior issue, ma'am.

That one do ya?

[glock30]

What am I, your aunt?

[shit_stings]

You'd sure make me sorry I missed the reunions.

I'm guessing 'honey' is out of the question. 'Darlin'?' 'Baby?'

[glock30]

You didn't miss much. Just some coleslaw.

Try again.

[shit_stings]

Fuck. I like coleslaw.

Valentine, ain't it? Faye?

[glock30]

You're the only one.

That's right. And you're Budd.

[shit_stings]

Simple enough, ain't it? Don't wear that one out.