“ Houston.. do we COPY” *INTENSE STARE*
“MAAAAAN, miss me with that B-I-N-G-O shit Pop. You know ion’t fuck with them animals.”
“son, what is the problem? I know you handle the greenhouse, and well, I just feel you should give it all a shot. what happens when I can’t tend to them anymore, then what?”
*fake thinking* “I’ll sell them hoes and keep it pushing.”
“don’t play with me.”










