fine, speak if you have to;

[dealwith_them]

Damn right, you fucking cunt. Why the fuck haven't you let me stretch my fucking legs since fucking February, huh? Fuck me if the one-on-one time with the faggot counted for shit, what are you, a fucking retard? Yo, so do me a favour and either find me something to smoke, I don't fucking care what or someone to shag, I'm not gonna be picky about that either.

Shit, celibacy should be reserved for queers.

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[population_ctrl]

Language, Marcel.

[dealwith_them]

Oh, if it isn't baby fucking bro. Suppose she went for the smoke over the shag, then.

[population_ctrl]

Obviously. Stop acting like you're ten years old.

[dealwith_them]

You know what they say, right, bro? Kids have more fun. I'm not gonna let them get the fuck away with all of it.

[population_ctrl]

I think you're getting things mixed up.

[dealwith_them]

Whatever. Got a fag?

[population_ctrl]

That's your job, isn't it?

[And yet, here comes a pack of smokes. Throwing them at you, Marcel, hope you catch them.]

[dealwith_them]

[Marcel's got good reflexes. He can catch your lousily thrown pack of cigarettes, JL - with one hand.]

Can't fucking help that she's been keeping me on a dry spell for months, can I?