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Shit-

I don't want to hear thi-

Hear ye hear ye, getting hit by a car fucking hurts but not as much as gettng shot in the back by someone you thought was your fucking friend-

Shit.

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Yeah, that much I fucking got.

Did you kill them yet?

I don't kill people.

[Real people, anyway.]

You could have them killed.

Because no one will suspect me now.

Your hands would be clean. Enough.

Right, can we move onto a topic that isn't quite so fucking morbid?

[...no?]

I don't want to talk about the weather. How about restaurants?

What do you want to say?

I like recommendations.

There's a good Thai place inside of Xanadu.

I've been there. Have you tried the pig's feet?

Sure. Not bad for shit you have to suck out of a hoof.

I guess you're not the type to worry about your fat intake.

Why, do you?

I could eat just about anyone under the table and not gain a pound.

And all the pretty girls at the party are jealous.

Channeling your inner teenage girl, cute.

Too much John Hughes.

Who?

John Hughes.

You know.

Pretty in Pink? Sixteen Candles? The Breakfast Club?

[She rolls her eyes.]

I was born in '86.

[She was four when your movie came out, Pink.]

And what, that means you don't know how to rent movies? Are you saying you haven't seen Casablanca or The Wizard of Oz?

It means I have no appreciation for your tired 80s references. What is Casablanca?

[That one definitely didn't happen in her world.]

And I have no appreciation for your fucking elitist attitude. Looks like we both lose.

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