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[bitcher]

Peachy. [he wipes at his face once, feeling the sticky smear of blood.] Sounds like a deal.

...Now remind me what the fuck you're even here for? To drag me to the Bahamas?

[liprings]

Or whatever, yeah. I told 'em to surprise me.

[ He starts out the door, but pauses to make sure he's being followed. And he'd better be, he has all sorts of more annoying tricks up his sleeve if not. ]

Maybe we'll be real lucky and get Disneyland.

[bitcher]

Screw you. I still haven't agreed to shit. [stubbornly standing his ground, the lawyer in him coming out.]

I'm going to need way more information before I even pretend to think about this.