KICK OUT!


As he rises. Ow, fuck! Christ almighty, Atty... Helping her to her feet. I didn't snatch it... He did. Pointing off camera.


Our POV swings to see a man being led away in cuffs by police.


It's true, I'm the asshole.


See? No worries about Warfare girl. Oh and- Holds out-






































He had it on 'im. I assume it's yours; fairly expensive, Gucci Dionysus. Amirite? Begins walking away. If you really are done with BoB... Pauses to turn. Good for you. Don't need 'em Atty.

Cocking an eyebrow. Missing gum? Jogging over to the culprit and the cops. 'Ey...you guys search this asshole proper? You take the lady's gum dude?


You tell me. Deep exhale in Jim's face.


Flinching. Jesus, Joseph and Ares- You smell like dead dog and monkey spunk. ......Don't ask how I know what monkey spunk smells like. Turns back to Atara to break the bad news, spies Charlie Nickles . Fuck you doin' here jag-off? Why am I not surprised you're followin' Atty around like the pants sniffin' bitch you are?


To be continued in Charlie's amazing pin...