[ Voice ]

[crawfordsands]

This is un-fucking-believable. Since when is this a fucking nursery? I sure fuckin' hope there's someone to put these fucking kids in a pen somewhere.

[ His voice turns to a mutter, accompanied by the brush of rough cloth on skin--rubbing a gloved palm over his face.]

Fuck...haven't heard a peep out of that fuckin' Michael. Can angels even turn

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[ Voice. ]

[smokeandmortar]

Is Crawdad missin' his little Mikey-poo?

[ Voice. ]

[crawfordsands]

Fuck you, Crack Pipe. I ain't in the mood.

[ Voice. ]

[smokeandmortar]

Crack Pipe! Oohh, that's a good one!

So does he call you Crawdaddy? Is he your little red lobster?

[ Voice. ]

[crawfordsands]

Next time, I'll throw you off the fucking building.