Just take another inch. That’s all I owe this time, I swear – I paid off last’s month horses and card debts over the weekend. Yeah, at the Edgewater branch – look it up if you don’t believe me, you rotten bastard!
Two inches? There’s no way I got two inches to spare. I barely regenerated an inch since I had to come in here last time. Two inches will kill me, I sweartagod! I know it’s that’s not your fault, honey, but come on, show a little compassion for your fellow worm. You know I always come outta these hard times into a flush streak. You know it!
No, no, no, don’t call Rocco in. Josie, don’t you dare, you fat fuck! Oh jeez…oh hey, Rocco, how’s it going? I can’t hear you over the gleam of those scissors you got there – just put em down and let’s talk like old pals, huh? I just can’t do two inches, man. It will be the end of me. Whaddaya even do with all these inches I give you? Feed them to your kids? That’s reeeaalll nice, using me for your kids’ dinners. Get a little decency, huh? No, no, put it down, get your goddamn hands OFFA ME OWWWWWWWWW.
No, I doubt it hurts you more than it hurts me, ya jerk.