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What are you doing in here?

I can't wait to start stuff.

Van, put those in for Optimus.

I've had a really good idea how we can make the money look like it's out.

Cool. My relatives in Melbourne gave us the money.

Yeah, me and Drask are, we're getting married.

You alright?

I'm fine.

Not paying him any more money, though.

Oh, no.

Sorry. Sorry to keep you waiting. Thanks for coming in. Jethro.

Corky. Looking sharp. You well, Sheila? Yeah, fine, thanks. Excellent. Have a

seat. So I've got a date set for the appeal, and everything's going along

-dory.

What do you mean you've got a date set?

In stone. You'll have your old man back before you know it, and that's a

promise. You've been proceeding with the appeal?

Yes, of course.

But we can't afford to pay you. No problemo.

No problemo. It's a huge problemo if you hit us with a big fat bill. It's

sorted, Cheryl.

How?

Have they not talked to you about it?

No. Who?

Look, I'm not at liberty to discuss that. What? I've been asked not to.

I'm sorry.

By who?

By the people that asked me not to, for God's sake. Oi.

Sorry.

Fine.

Good boy, eh?

Cook, he's got the dosh. The ball is rolling.

It was some job you pulled off. Yeah, it wasn't bad, eh?

Shame you can't say the same about your taste in women.

But you can't have everything, I guess.

Oh, Dreska's all right.

She's a dothlip, son.

If you want to shag her, all right. But you don't go marrying her.

Did you get her pregnant?

No.

Dreska's really cool.

And she's real clever, too.

She's taking care of the money.

You didn't give her the money?

Yeah, but I trust her.

She's a doslik, for Christ's sake. You give those dilly bastards any money,

you'll never see it again.

Yeah, but I thought the dosliks were your friends. They are.

That's why I know what they are.

Ben. Son, listen.

There are two types of women in the world, all right? There's the type you

and leave.

And then there's the real ones.

The ones you keep and marry, like your mother.

Mm -hmm. And Dan, Dreska is not your mother.

Yeah, I know. Good.

Now cheer up, number one son.

We're going to be back in business in no time.

And that's all thanks to you.

It's a stupid script for...

Stupid zombie film starring stupid zombies that will never get made.

Yeah, there's a part for you in it, actually.

Really? Hmm.

Stupid zombie that gets decapitated in the first act.

You'd be perfect.

Hey, it's me. I'm just wondering if you're going to be home for dinner, and

making Mum's special lamb goulash.

Bye, baby.

Jessica, there's a reason why guys turn their cell phones off.

Uh, he might just be busy at work.

Drinking with Muntum or like?

She's gonna have your balls when you get home. Just shut up, okay?

You give Corky money.

Mum, we've been through this, alright?

Oh, don't give me that.

Wait till things quieten down. Crap again, Van.

Look, you're throwing money at fucking Corky. I want my share. It's not that

simple, Mum. Look, it is that simple. I want... I want my $41 ,750,

Van. Look, I went and got a calculator.

Yeah, I did.

You have to figure out what 50 -50 means.

It's not that simple.

You don't know where it is, do you? You were the last one that saw it. Yeah,

before she said, I'll take it from me, kick me out of her fucking car.

Was she hiding it?

She says it's best if I don't know.

Best for who?

Best for who?

She gave me money to pay Corky, didn't she?

Yeah, and that came out of my money, not yours.

My share of zero.

When everything dies down, we'll split the money and we'll do something, okay?

Hit the roof or what?

Yeah, we'll find a nice little spot and we'll go fishing, man.

Yeah. Hang out?

Yeah. Just me and you? Just you and me. Okay, nice and quiet.

Boy, click, click, click.

Why doesn't blow when his hands are moving quick?

The ringer locks around and his feet can fire blows and the curtsy holds leg in

with the beer. Family show.

Click, go the cheers. Handle all Mary's constraints.

Cheryl. Hi.

Chris, I wasn't expecting you.

I mean, I was.

Expecting you, but you know, you might not have turned up and I didn't want to

keep my hopes up.

You want a drink?

I've got wine, gin and rum.

Man, you're terrible as a little bar.

You never know your luck.

No, you don't.

Wine. Be good. Thanks.

Wine.

Have a go.

Up and down.

You.

No, you know.

I really don't want to talk about that stuff right now.

I really don't want to talk about anything.

Not even.

Hey.

I tried calling you.

Yeah, my phone was flat.

Fucking bullshit. You're out drinking with Munter.

Yeah, well, what if I was?

We were talking business. Family business.

Corky needs another $3 ,000.

Yeah? Well, you can tell him to get fucked.

No. You get fucked.

Nothing is more important than getting down to jail, alright? Not you, not

Munter, not anyone.

So, if Corky needs another $3 ,000, you fucking get him $3 ,000, alright?

Sure, babe.

Good. Get bloody mother's money while you're at it.

Here you go.

Bloody lamb stew, still bloody sitting in their guts.

I think it's called goulash, Ted.

What's that?

Dally for concrete.

Baby, I was going to bring you breakfast in bed.

Yeah, I've got to do that thing we talked about. Wedding venue?

No, the other thing.

Oh, well, we can do that after we've looked at some wedding venues.

Yeah, but Corky needs the money today. Yeah, but he can wait a few hours, eh?

What about Munson?

Yeah, we'll talk about that. Come on, sit, have your breakfast.

Pascals.

I've been thinking.

Why? Well, you know how I was going to ask Karina B, but that was only because

Mum was going on about what a homewrecker you were.

But you're my best friend, Pascal, and I want to ask you.

Ask me what?

To be my bridesmaid, of course.

As long as you don't upstage me or do anything embarrassing at the reception.

She's like the vampire bride who moved in and took over.

Sucking the life out of poor old Van, eh?

Fucking something.

So gross, I can hear them at night.

Well, let's hope he gets sick of her before he marries her.

Yeah. Or maybe I'll just have a date through. Bloody black heart. Oh, there's

girl.

Thanks for this.

Why do you think she's doing it?

Caroline. Does she get turned on from being around prisoners?

I think she actually means well, Loretta.

I really don't get that in people.

You know, Caroline is very impressed with my gritty stories from the criminal

underworld. She says I should find a publisher when I get out of here.

Well, I'm sure Mum would approve of that changing career direction.

Christ, Corky, what happened there, mate?

Man! It's the man I needed to see. Have you got my money?

Jethro, actually.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, sorry.

In some party?

Yeah, I've been dealing with a little shit, you know.

A lot that won't pay up, ex -wife screwing me for every cent that I don't

just fucking me over.

Then, of course, there's your father's appeal, which I've been working on

the clock.

Maybe you should slow down a bit, then. Yeah, well, charge would be a fucking

fine thing, wouldn't it?

Sorry. I'm excellent, really.

Excellent.

Where do I put it?

Where do I put it?

You lost something, mate? Yeah, I'll go get it.

Shit, shit, shit!

Are you on something, Corky? Yeah.

You tried it?

Makes you feel bulletproof. You should try it.

Better end the day for me, mate.

It's not a problem, though, is it?

No.

What are you, a fucking cop? Hey, back off, Corky. I bet you are. I bet you're

pig. Corky, get out of my face. I want my fucking honor, you bastard!

Get the fuck out of my face!

Fuck!

Corky here has a little problem.

Yeah, you're kicking the shit out of him, man.

Pee, Van.

It's whacked over his nut.

Oh, fuck.

You're the one putting the money up, aren't you?

You spend all that money I gave you on fucking pee.

I'll get help, I will.

Yeah, you'll get help, all right, mate. Here, come on.

Van!

Enough.

What about Dad's appeal?

What about it? Well, Mr.

Peahead here can't do it, can he?

No, you're not wrong, man.

Yeah, so what are we going to do about it?

Not you give a shit.

What's that supposed to mean? It means you don't give a shit if he gets out or

not. You're as bad as mum.

Fuck off.

Okay, the first thing we're going to do is you're going to take him to hospital.

Why? Because he's a danger to himself.

What? And I think we cracked a couple of his ribs.

I'll find Dad's paperwork.

Jimmy knew he was going down, going down for a long time.

So he lay back on the ground, lit up a rollie, and drank in the smell of fresh

mown grass on a sunny afternoon.

The smell of freedom.

That's another brilliant effort, Mr West.

Thanks.

You know, I particularly like the way you juxtapose the story about the petty

burglar with the one about the shoplifting housewife.

Really sad stuff.

Yeah, that was all right, wasn't it?

Yeah, I just wish the others could have been here to hear it. It's funny they

all decided to give it the swerve. They all seemed dead keen when I spoke to

them last night.

Still, it's not that bad, is it, eh?

They were all crap.

Let's face it, you were the only one who seemed really keen.

Anyway, it's nice getting to know you.

Oh, I'm sure Jethro would have told you all about me.

Yeah, actually, he doesn't talk that much about you.

Well, I can fill you in on him and me, if you want.

If you want.

I loved that kid.

He was so smart.

Smarter than all the other kids.

Except maybe Loretta.

He kept getting cockier, more selfish.

Not helped, I might add, by his mother.

And he turned his back on me.

On the family business.

I wasn't good enough for him.

Oh, I don't know about that.

Oh, I do.

And it bloody hurt.

Still, what are you going to do, eh?

A little shit went his own way.

And to hell with me.

Things haven't been that good with us lately.

Actually, I think he's having an affair.

So, what are you going to do about that? Oh, look, I don't know. I shouldn't

have said anything anyway. No, no, no.

I'm just sorry to hear it.

You deserve better.

We know it was you, Wolf.

What would I want all those cell phones for, eh?

Mine worked fine.

Who was with you?

Was it Van?

I wasn't there, Sergeant Judd. I can't tell you anything about anything that

want to talk about.

You know, I'm getting pretty tired of your shitty family getting away with

I wasn't there.

You were beating Man Wolf.

Not of my nature, Wayne.

We found this DAB ticket at the scene of the crime with your fingerprints all

over it.

Now, if you want to give us some names, it'll be a lot easier on you.

I want my lawyer.

Dad?

Tell me about the ticket.

What do you want to know about that for?

Beddings and mugs came according to you. So?

So how did your fingerprints end up on a TAB ticket?

I don't see how that's any of your business.

Corky handles that.

Yeah, Corky's off the case, Dad.

He's off the planet, actually.

What the fuck are you talking about?

Corky likes the pee, Dad.

Makes him feel bulletproof, apparently.

Then... Before he crashes and burns.

It's any consolation he was a crap lawyer before he was whacked off his

Oh yeah, that makes me feel much better.

Stuck in this shithole.

You never bet, so it wasn't your ticket.

What do you care?

Find me another fucking lawyer, give him my shit, and go back to your fancy

pants job.

Okay?

If that's what you want.

You're a fucking idiot, you know that?

Sorry? That Caroline, she's one of the good ones, and you're rooting around on

her.

Yeah, that's right, she knows.

She's not stupid, so you do the right thing by her.

Thanks for the relationship advice, Dad.

You were telling me that Corky shoved all the money we gave him up his nose.

That's paid, Jessica. You smoke it. I don't care if he sucked it up his ass

a straw.

How could you be...

Stupid. Look, I don't need any crap from you about this, all right? I feel bad

enough for you. It's ten grand, Ben.

Ten grand. Just keep your voice down.

Do you want the whole bloody house to hear? He is going to pay that money

I will make sure of it. Just kiss it goodbye, all right? And I want the rest

it. What?

Whatever you haven't spent on stupid beers and stupid bloody weddings so I

get a new lawyer.

And I want mud to share, too.

What? What do you mean a wedding is stupid?

Oh, forget the fucking wedding and give me the money, would you?

No.

What?

What, you think that you and your fucking idiot muncher are bright enough

away with this without me?

What is it with you two anyway? Are you gay or something? Oh, piss off. Well,

you spend more time with him than you do with me. Yeah, most of the time I try

to stop him coming around here, smack you in the head because you've ripped

fucking money. I'm looking after the money. And now I want it back. Oh, fuck

you. Yeah. What, are you going to smack me now too, are you?

And you want to forget the wedding?

Yeah, fine.

I wouldn't marry you if you're the last guy on this whole clock sucking earth.

Fuck you.

Hi. Yeah, I've got some information about a job.

Yeah, the $80 ,000 that was nicked from his Tom and Money lenders.

Yeah, they should try Van West to see what he was doing that day.

He's a real pussy and he'll crack in a second.

Come on, Wolf.

For once in your life, go easy on yourself.

You couldn't have done that job alone.

And you know we're going to figure it out sooner or later.

So just give us the names.

You ever hear of a concept called loyalty, Sergeant Jack?

Yep.

It's overrated.

I'm never going to tell you who I did that job with.

No, that was just a term phrase.

Bet you did do the job, didn't you?

That's me you want.

That's me you got.

No.

If my family find out about this, I will be so excommunicated.

Should I not have known you were Catholic?

Shut up. You know what I mean.

This is Fantasy Island, remember?

Nothing abusives. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

But if we'll subpoena... It won't.

Yeah, but if it does... It won't.

It's not going anywhere for the next three years.

I don't have to worry.

Believe me.

That'll be the phone.

What? Yeah, I've got some information about a job.

Yeah, the $80 ,000 that was made from those Tom and Money lenders.

They should try Van West to see what he was doing that day.

He's a real pussy and you'll crack in a second.

It was made from her prepay, but it's her, isn't it?

Yeah, Druska Doslik.

There's alibi.

Yeah. Well, I mean, you must be wrapped.

Why? First the dad, now we can nail the son. Yeah, maybe.

Maybe. She said he'd crack in a second, and she'll roll over on him for sure.

Maybe. What, are you kidding?

We have got the bastard.

Look, Hickey, you follow that up, you check that alibi, you find the holes,

then I'll give you more than a fucking maybe.

Sure, boss.

Okay.

What the difference, then?

One foot in another.

Good start, Perthkill. Anything else?

There's a TAB ticket in that one that isn't there in the other one.

Oh, look at that.

What took you so long?

Police photographers have no eye for composition.

This photograph here was taken two hours before this photograph here, which

means the TAB ticket, the one with bad fingerprints on it, somehow miraculously

appeared in the time between these two photos being taken.

The pig bastards.

They framed Dad.

That would never happen in New Zealand.

According to the police log, Detective Sergeant Wayne Judd made two visits to

the crime scene a couple of hours apart.

On the second visit, it was him who discovered the TAB ticket.

That corky mistress is just a testament to what a staggeringly crap lawyer he

was. Man, you should sue the cops.

Freaking bloody Judd set it in for you guys all along. What a prick.

What about the fact that Wolf actually did do the job?

No, it doesn't matter.

Judd falsified evidence to get a confession. The confession doesn't stand

The case doesn't stand up.

Dad shouldn't be in jail.

End of story.

You know, I don't think we should kill Courtney in the first act. Why not? All

she does is lie around and whine.

But she doesn't deserve to die.

Kind of cruel.

Kurt, we're writing a zombie movie people have to die.

But she's our innocent.

And in a short skirt and a tack top.

So she should die first. It's one of the rules of horror.

And I think we should find a more gruesome way of killing her.

She just hit on fire and then chopped up with a chainsaw.

Can someone get that?

Yeah, but I think we can do better.

Oh, it's you.

Hi there, girl.

Come on.

I didn't realise it was the cops.

You don't knock like a cop.

Oh, really?

Yeah, usually you can tell, you know, because they're not kind of manly.

I was hoping to have a word with Van.

He's not home. He's at work, I think.

I tried there.

Well, maybe he's out of town.

Really? Where?

I don't normally care where my brother is.

And do parents tell me Drassica Dalslick is living here?

Yeah.

I'm going to be her bridesmaid. She's not here anymore.

Really?

Yeah, she and Van had this big fight and she stormed out.

What about?

I don't know. I couldn't hear properly.

But I think the wedding's off.

How did you not hear them?

I drank myself to sleep.

So, there you go.

Right. Well, tell Van I'd like to talk to him when he shows up.

Sure.

Oh, before you go.

I mean, I know that you like me.

Because you stalked me and everything.

And I was just thinking that...

Maybe... Pascal?

Oh, he's a cop? Shut up, bug eyes.

Anyway, I was thinking that I really need to go out with someone nearer to my

own age.

So... Me?

Yeah.

I'm sorry, Pascal, but that would conflict with my duties as an officer of

law.

You're joking, right?

I wish.

Rejected by your own stalker. How cruel is that?

Fuck off.

Hey,

you.

You framed my husband?

Not lately.

Don't piss around. Did you plant the evidence that convicted my husband?

He did the job. He got caught. He pleaded guilty. That's what got him the

conviction. It had nothing to do with me.

Fuck. What does it matter?

You moved on from that shit, right?

What, you thought I'd given up men who bullshit me? No, it really doesn't feel

like I have.

I thought you were the one fucking person I could trust. How wrong was

I'm the one guy going out on a limb for you and your bloody family.

Fucking lose! I'm talking about Van.

What about Van?

The 80 grand?

Nick from the money lender?

Yeah, I heard about that.

He's none so blind as those who don't want to see, eh, Cheryl?

Robberies happen all over this town, Wayne.

Jesus Christ, Cheryl, I'm breaking about a hundred fucking laws here. We know it

was Van, and the only thing that's saving his ass at the moment is me.

And it's not because I like the little shit. It all comes down to you. I'm

it for you.

Just need to get out of here.

No, we need to figure out how we're going to... No, I need to get out of

You know, one of my kids asked me why you do this.

Reckons you might have a thing for prisoners.

Ah, let me guess, that would be Loretta.

That's a fair enough question.

I knew the people setting up the course.

Seemed like a worthwhile thing to do.

And I hoped I'd meet you.

See if I'm as bad as he makes out, eh?

Actually, I think you and Jethro are a lot alike.

Oh, thanks.

Given that he's a cheating bastard.

Yeah, I knew what I was taking on when I started up with him.

What I meant was I can see why he loves you.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Funny way of showing it. Yeah, well, blokes aren't exactly known for saying

they really think.

So do you know who it is?

The other woman?

I don't really care anymore. I mean, over's over. I'm just... I'm just

for him to say the words.

You know what I think?

I think... he's an idiot.

No.

And that'd be for all the wrong reasons.

I knew you were one of the good ones.

And I think that ends the writing course.

Righto.

So do I get a big tick on my prison record?

Yeah, you do.

You know, you should seriously think about keeping on with the writing.

Yeah, I will.

And you shouldn't stick around for him to give you the word.

You should give my boys marching orders.

Hey, Drasker.

I thought I told you to fuck off.

No. I can only presume you meant the other me, your fiancée. What do I care?

You're both the fucking same.

Yeah, nice talking to you.

There we go.

Cheers. Cheers.

Wolf confessed because he was protecting someone.

It wasn't Van, was it?

No. It was me.

It was all my fault.

Like fuck it was.

It was my ticket.

You know, when you place a bet, it's best if you actually pick up the

Otherwise you're really just handing your money to the TAB, aren't you?

You're losing your marbles, old man.

You up for this?

Of course.

Let's go.

Righto.

I wasn't.

I wasn't at all.

I was losing it.

I know my father, Ted, and you taught him.

Now, no way is he going to leave a shred of evidence behind, let alone a go

-direct -lead -to -jail ticket.

You know that.

It wasn't your fault.

I don't know how Jug got his hands on that ticket, but it wasn't you.

Yeah?

You ever think things?

No, I don't.

Oh, he's kind of cute. Sort of.

Pascal, you agree to be bridesmaid and then you throw yourself at a cop. How

are you prepared to go?

I'm not throwing myself at him. Get it together, for God's sake.

Anyone seen Van?

Joined a search party.

What's that meant to mean?

Pascal's love life was after him, too.

The cops were here.

What? So much for honesty as a lifestyle, eh, Mum?

Oh, fuck.

Oh, by the way, the wedding's off.

What do you want?

Beer and a chaser.

And somebody's chasing it.

Two beers, please.

Son of a bitch.

You got the bitch bit, right?

Woo -hoo!

I love that song!

What a ho!

She's just really drunk, man. You're drunk and acting like a ho!

But what? She's got all our money.

Oh, forget it, man.

I can't. I can't.

Hey, hold on a second.

Yeah, fuck off.

I'm trying to save you, you stupid cow. Yeah, well, what if I don't want to be

saved? Yeah, well, she doesn't want to be saved. I'm not talking to you,

dickwad.

I love you.

I'm dead.

I love you too.

I

thought I

was supposed to be meeting with my lawyer.

Yeah, Corky called to say he was feeling much better.

Then he started telling me about the black helicopters.

They only fly at night, so you can't see them, but you can hear them.

All right, I get the point.

I am actually a qualified lawyer, Dad.

Yeah, yeah, okay.

Corgi was trying to get your sentence reduced to 18 months less time served,

right?

I can get your conviction overturned.

Do you want to tell him the good news?

Charming.

Oh, if Mum was on view.

Where is she now?

Dad rang. She had to go see him. What for?

How would I know? What am I, the message service?

You okay?

It's all better.

You can use Pascal's.

I did something really terrible.

You'll hate me.

No, I won't hate you.

I called the cops on you.

Look, I didn't say it was you. I just told them that they should talk to you.

And they were not to me because I threw my phone away.

I was really angry, baby, thinking that we'd broken up. I just wasn't thinking

straight.

I'm really, really, really sorry.

No.

It doesn't matter.

Really? Yeah.

Cubs are talking to me anyway, right?

Yeah. Yeah, so nothing's changed.

No. No way.

We can still get married and have a really beautiful wedding.

And we can give Manta a share of the money when it all comes down.

Yeah, he'd like that.

Doesn't he just, like, puke?

Hey, baby.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

Have we got that bastard where we want him or not?

What bastard?

Jack.

He's fucked.

Thanks to my new lawyer.

Just right.

He's a good boy.

Yeah, what about your other boy? Is he a good boy too?

He paying death row the same way he paid Corky?

The money from the time job?

I don't know anything about that. Then how did you pay Corky then?

Jesus Christ, I don't know, Cheryl.

I thought you'd be happy.

I'm getting out of here.

I'm coming home.

Oh, you should have seen us here.

Me and Ben.

Smash them.

Good fight, was it? Yeah, it was like, float like a butterfly, sting like a

wasp.

Bee.

What? The saying goes, float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.

How do you know how it goes on? You just made it up.

I'll be looking for you, Harry.

Ted, Ted.

I'll never see you in here.

I just need a quiet word, thanks, Monty.

That was fuck off, by the way. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hear about Wolf? Hear what?

He's getting out. Get out of here!

Yeah, his lawyer's getting the conviction overturned. Oh -ho!

Turns out Judd planted the ticket.

You remember the ticket, right?

Oh, yeah, yeah, the TAB ticket, yeah.

Wolf and me were trying to figure out how the hell Judd copped the bloody

He doesn't know, and my memory's shot to buggery.

Yeah, buggered a boy, no?

about that.

Oh, don't worry about it.

We're as good as gold.

All good, then?

Yeah, yeah.

You and your gambling.

What are you mugs going on?

Yeah, I'm bugging to find out, mate.

You'd think, seeing as there was just the three of us, it wouldn't be too hard

to figure out.

Yeah, but, you know, it's hidden.

Nothing's even bloody as simple as it seems, is it?

So, the main thing is, he'll be getting out soon, right?

I'll drink to that.

They know. They fucking know.

They don't know. They're just fishing. Yeah, for me, with a fucking big hook.

You said you'd look after me. What do you want me to bloody do, hold your

Just because Jethro West asked me a few questions?

You're tough enough. Listen, when Wolf gets out of jail, he will nail my balls.

He's not getting out.

All right? He's not going anywhere for the next three years. Yeah, you hope.

Otherwise, your career's down the fucking crapper. Will you stop whitting

yourself? I will sort it out.

He's not getting out.

Van home? In his room.

The wedding's back on?

Don't hold your breath.

I want a word with you.

You get out. Mum! No! If it concerns Van, it concerns me now. Fine, whatever.

You did the Tongan job, didn't you?

No. Jesus Christ, I'm talking to my son. Shut up!

You stole 80 grand, didn't you?

Yeah.

Yeah, I did.

You know what?

I'm proud I did, Mum.

Eighty grand. That's the best score this family's ever made.

When I said this family was overdoing that shit, did you really think I was

joking? Yeah, well, you were doing piss all to get Dad out of jail. So you

thought you'd join him, didn't you? Or someone had to do something.

The cops have nothing on him. I was with him all the time. Oh, I bet you were.

It made me feel like a man again, Mum.

Doing that job, I was no one's fucking bum boy, all right?

I felt like a man again.

Okay, if you want to be a man, go and do it somewhere else.

Get the hell out of my house.

Yeah, whatever.

Can you just fucking slow down for a minute? You just barely banged my knee,

hurts. What's going on?

You missed.

Spectacular shit hitting the fan.

Chill.

Wait.

What are you doing? You're just going too fast. What do I need to do about

myself? No, I can do it with you. Just slow down a bit.

I put all your stuff I could find in here, and anything else I'll give to the

rhetoric school.

Don't do that. Sure, just nick it.

I'm sorry.

No, you're not.

No, that's my department.

Oh, my, no.

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