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Oh emphshiiiit. Jimmy. You gotta help me with this bitch. She’s gotta be like re-emphappropriated or something. Don’t you have a program for that? Can’t somebody rehab this bitch and send her back to me with a proper coke habit? Can’t somebody do that? Somebody should do that. You know what somebody else should do? Lock down this neighborhood. Lock down the top side of the hill. Above a certain street. Can’t we have a fence or something? That’s ideal. Gate, cardkey, high-hedges and like a minimum income requirement. I’m not even sure you’re gonna be able to live here anymore, Jimmy! Maybe let you here to work, but I think cops should have a maximum income no matter where they work. Jimmy. Nose like a hurricane. Cover your other nostril bro. I’m not sure I’m’onna let this bitch change my channels. You can’t watch just anything you want. This isn’t Disney World. Might have to kill this cop. Jimmy. Want a drink now? Yeah. You’re in it. Pop that gun right off your belt when you’re not looking. Watch TV. Go ahead. Keep his drink full. These fuckers are so simple. Where the fuck is Candy? Fucking: emphRichard. Might have to get Richard to help me kill my childhood friend. What kind of thought is that? I’m gonna have to introduce emphRichard to emphJimmy? That’s what’s wrong with these parties. People keep showing up. That’s why we need a fence. Might’n’a even have to emphask Candy to help. She hates cops. What the fuck time is it? Where’s Becca? Get that bitch a guest house. Keep her around. Now you’re thinking about fucking your maid. Don’t do that. Fucking Jimmy. Don’t do that.
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