What the fuck, man?! I'm bout sick and tired of this Admiral fucka and his none drivin' ass self. He's lucky none of my shit hit the floor or I'd be a one tearing a hole in this ship. And his ass.
Forget that old as cracker mothafucka. I got more important shit to deal with right now.
[Private to Alice Morgan]
Hey, baby girl. Why don't you come
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What kind of party, darling?
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The best kind. You said you'd have stash of good shit ready for me. And you know I don't mind sharing with you.
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Depends on what you want. Up, down, something else?
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I got no problems settin' a bitch straight, so you best keep that in mind before you think you can mouth off at me.
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Now?
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[OOC: Brief spam, or shall we just assume AND THEN TERRIBLE THINGS HAPPENED? I'm good either way.]
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