bored now;

[dealwith_them]

She's one cunt out of a thousand, why the fuck are you so fascinated?

She was all para para and I already knew techno. No difference.

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[dealwith_them]

Sounds like a slut to me.

[population_ctrl]

You wouldn't know the difference anyway.

[dealwith_them]

We got to have something in common, bro.

[population_ctrl]

Please. Mireille is all class.

[dealwith_them]

Yeah, and your cock's fallen off.

[population_ctrl]

No, actually. [Smiiiirk.] Get me a cigarette.

[dealwith_them]

[Throws packet in your face, shitwit.]

Smoke whatever's rammed up your arse.

[population_ctrl]

[Catches. Picks one, holds out a hand. Where's the lighter, monkey boy?]

[dealwith_them]

[Frown. Fishes lighter out of pocket. Aims for your face. Watch the nose, pretty boy.]

[population_ctrl]

[... smack! It bounches off his nose, onto the ground. He picks it up with a scowl.]

What's wrong with you?

[dealwith_them]

Guess I shouldn't complain. Didn't exactly last long.

[population_ctrl]

[...]

Marcel. I really don't care about your issues.

[dealwith_them]

Then deal with your fucking own.

[population_ctrl]

I have. Trip to Italy tomorrow at noon.

[dealwith_them]

Princess is gonna be fucking thrilled, yeah.

[population_ctrl]

Mireille doesn't like her.

[dealwith_them]

Good thing she doesn't mind it rough, huh?

[population_ctrl]

Right. Shopping bags, all days.

[dealwith_them]

Giving them to the fucking pope as we speak. They'll fit right down his throat.

[population_ctrl]

Talk to your father about that.

[dealwith_them]

[...]

[population_ctrl]

Yes?

[dealwith_them]

No missing his grilled trout when the lady's got you all fed up with salmon salad or what?

[population_ctrl]

From time to time.

[dealwith_them]

Thought so. Gonna give you a call next time. Hey bro, trout tonight. Skip the classy stuff.