{Third Robbery} It's not alright.....[Voice]

[hunted_by_fbi]

I gotta know how to use this thing right. It's called a Blackberry. It says so on the device. Gotta ask a favor out there to anyone that knows how to work this thing right. How to read all that stuff. I've figured out how to make it show the picture screen and the basics but I'm wantin' the grit on all of it

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[brothercumface]

Yeah, it was a stupid question.

[hello, earthquakes are a sore spot for me.]

There ain't always gotta be aftershocks.

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[brothercumface]

'S my name ain't it?

It was my brothers. You know, Hey You. It was his. It was boring. I zoned out and he got banished or something.

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[hunted_by_fbi]

Tell you what, after this furball mess gets cleared up, I wanna meet with you, your brother, and anyone else that you can get your cute little hands on that might have something to say about all of this in the kitchen around midnight.

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[brothercumface]

Ha. Fuck no. I don't go around meeting odd men in the middle of the night, and I ain't playing telephone for ya.

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[hunted_by_fbi]

That's fine.

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[brothercumface]

Besides, you show me yours, I'll show you mine.

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[hunted_by_fbi]

[After a little bit of fidgeting with his device, he finally shows his face on the screen.]

Is that better?

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[brothercumface]

[she looks at him with little interest and doesn't bother switching over; congratulations. you've met the fussiest, bitchiest girl in the universe]

Ugly. Just like I said.

So why you care so much about these police guys? They fucked you up or something?

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[hunted_by_fbi]

I was shot and killed in the back by those fucking badge wearing cowards all under the claim of justice. Yeah. I gotta beef with them. These guys are no different.

[And he's not really all that concerned about her nature. He's met catty people before.]

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[brothercumface]

Huh. Sucks to be you then, doesn't it.

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[hunted_by_fbi]

Apparently not if I'm still here.

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[brothercumface]

Dead or not, it hurts, doesn't it?

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[hunted_by_fbi]

Yeah it did. Took part of my face clean off.

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[brothercumface]

Now that's drop dead sexy.

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[hunted_by_fbi]

Glad it met your approval. I got three more. One through my chest, one through the stomach, one in the arm from a different incident. All hurt like hell. Battle scars.

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[brothercumface]

Minus points for however far away from your head they are. By the time we get to your stomach, we're down to 'disgustingly obese with no chance of ever being sexy or attractive'.

But whatever. Did all the shits from here give those to you?