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[whitetwoguns]

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The kid's not feelin' too good. Must be something in the air. Or maybe something he ate. Bad meat. Who knows.

[Inhale, exhale the man's smoking.]

Things happen but back to normal.

[softly, he's two seconds from turning it off]

I like normal.

Comments

[pinkfuckingpro]

Orange?

[whitetwoguns]

Bingo.

Ah, seems like you're yourself again.

[pinkfuckingpro]

I'm not the only one, am I?

What's the kid got? Flu?

[whitetwoguns]

Nope. It's a noticeable difference. I didn't think you could me more high strung than you already are.

I dunno. I'm no doctor. Just looks like he's not gonna be able to make it to work for a while.

[pinkfuckingpro]

You're not taking him, are you?

[whitetwoguns]

Nah. As far as I know it's nothin' that bad.

[pinkfuckingpro]

Small miracles, right?

[whitetwoguns]

Anything short of bleeding or a break don't warrant a hospital visit.

[pinkfuckingpro]

What if he's got some killer City disease?

[whitetwoguns]

There'd be ways to tell. Shit. Calm down. How many killer diseases you been through?

[pinkfuckingpro]

I'm plenty calm. Even got a cigarette.

[whitetwoguns]

Maybe I spoke to soon about the high strung.

[pinkfuckingpro]

I'm just pointing out possibilities. This place is a fucking dive.

[whitetwoguns]

You ain't lying. I never thought I'd ever have tits.

[pinkfuckingpro]

Fuck, and that ain't even the worst shit this place can pull.

[whitetwoguns]

Oh, I know. What I mean to say is that they don't always go for the predictable.