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[pinkeffinprofessional]

So let me get this straight.

A giant tree pops out of the ground.

There's a big fucking annoyed looking bird in it.

It grows a fuckload of pears.

And you idiots actually eat them.

[Pause]

Well, I guess it's no fucking different from buying the food at the supermarket here, right? Fuck knows where that comes from, too.

Also, I'm going to say this, because shit, it keeps coming up, but Nucky? I'm not Nucky. What the fuck kind of name is that, anyway? And this is coming from a guy who goes by Mr. Pink.

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

So?

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[orangetoughguy]

So what?

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

So now you kno-

[WAIT.]

Do you know my fucking name?

[I mean at this point keeping it a secret is like....a point of pride.]

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[orangetoughguy]

[No but he can pretend he does and see how far it gets him.]

Calm down it's not real important to me while we're here anyway.

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

You're a fucking cop, this is like your fucking lifeblood!

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[orangetoughguy]

I didn't hear shit okay? It's gotta be some cosmic joke.

[That didn't last long.]

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

Oh.

....well.

Then.

So you know when I was eight I got a battered game for Christmas.

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[orangetoughguy]

Yeah. And a sweater.

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

Well, I'm rich fucking man now. If I were home I'd buy my mom a house or some cliche shit like that.

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[orangetoughguy]

Mama's boy, huh? Who would've guessed.

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

My mom is a fucking saint, Orange.

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[orangetoughguy]

I didn't say or see anything bad about her.

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

Good, we're gonna stay agreed on that one.