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Prof. Bobby Bourbon · (03-03-2016)

Yo, Trax, you know what a McBitch really is?

Your sister in her McDonalds uniform.

Ahahaha, just kidding, just tossing jokes out there.

It's you in a McDonalds uniform.

McCoy, you kind of owe it to yourself to tell a man who offers you a steak how you like it cooked.

Don't be a grievous little shit.

Don't. That's not conducive to our business.

Not at all.

You will be glad to still own your ass after three weeks around here, stud. You'll be happy as a pig in shit over the fact you aren't permanently scarred or maimed.

Well, unless you have some crazy super powers or something. Do you bend time and space like Lux did?

Anyhow, meatbag, let's get down to brass tacks.

My name is Robbie Motherfucking Bourbon.

And I am the measuring stick around here.

I taught Game Girl to fear, I taught Nitro Philly-Cheesesteak to swear, I taught Vinnie Lane to love, I taught the Black Hand to laugh, and I took half of Luca Arzegotti's fucking money.

Don't listen to the liars, Trav, drown them out.

Listen to me.

I never lie.

I will eat your fucking brains.

I will turn your bones into a few sets of wind chimes and sell them at a local craft fare and use the money on clarinet oil. I don't even own a fucking clarinet.

I will sell you for what you're worth.

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