« QUINTESSENTIAL.

     ‘   touch the figurine, again, and i’ll shoot you, - right in that pretty l’il face.   ’

     ‘    is EVERYONE i encounter fuckin’ cops ? jesus christ, i want to scream into a void. what do you need ?  ’

     ‘   whatever they, bruce and james, did, - i wasn’t a part of it. and, you can tell ramsey that, too.  ’

‘ the fuck is that supposed to mean ?? i’m not PRETTY ENOUGH ?? ’

‘ FUCK YOU ! ’

“you are the only person who could possibly derive pleasure from such a thing, lawrence. and as much as i enjoy these repulsive tendencies of yours, we have business to discuss.”

blue hues roll, half-tempted to threaten.  ❝ i said it, made you one better. you didn’t say i had to mean it, too. sarcasm not good enough for you? someone has standards, with words, no less. ❞

      pause, space void of sound. ‘ hm, ’ complexity —- such an ideal would surely fall problematic to say the least, ‘ i’m not sure that joining you wouldn’t be a question of fuckin’ judgement. in any case, i baby sit enough. i dunno if i can handle two groups of infants. ’

‘ I look like a millennial ?? ME ?? ’ brows furrow && lips perk at the corners. ‘ christ. have fun with your mid-life crisis && depression, KNOCKOFF CLARK CUNT. ’

“ geoff. you can send your thanks and gift baskets to him. he says you’re welcome. “ his level of sarcasm matches lawrence’s, smug grin adorning his face. “ how’s the waifus? any luck getting a real one? “