Game Over, Man! Page #2

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C.R.E.A.M., get the money

Dollar-dollar bill, y'all

So they were yelling at hotel guests

and smoking dope.

-Is that right?

-Yes.

Yelling at guests, screaming obscenities.

Well, Tums... boys will be boys.

You still want that associate manager

promotion, don't you?

Well, honey,

tonight is your chance to prove it.

All right?

Hope you got your balls on, now.

No, I have--

uh, yes, I have giant, uh,

lady-- lady parts

that hang like balls.

They're also called ovaries.

Those are inside.

Good, 'cause we have got a sh*t storm

of a party heading our way tonight.

Boys, I'm gonna need you working too.

Toni-- what? Are you serious?

Corky! This is Mr. Ahmad.

He is the personal attach

of the Bey of Tunisia.

Oh, like the butler from Fresh Prince?

Very neat.

- I'm far from a butler.

- Wonder what happened to that guy.

Oh, that dude's paid.

He's doing fine.

Bey Awadi. The rich dude from Instagram?

This is who we speak of.

Aw, I love that dude.

He takes all the pictures

with the hot models

and the guns and the hovercrafts,

and the hot models shooting guns

on hovercrafts.

Yeah, didn't he poop off the Eiffel Tower?

- Mm-mm, no.

- Yeah.

He paid a man $10,000

to poop off the Eiffel Tower.

That's what's up.

He pays dudes tons of money all the time

-to do, like, stupid sh*t.

-Wow.

-Dudes.

-What?

We should pitch him the...

We should... pitch in tonight.

At the party. And be a team player.

Also, I should mention, uh, no cameras.

That includes cell phones.

-Privacy... a great concern of the Bey.

-All right, copy that. Give them up, boys.

- What, now?

- Yeah.

Hashtag "right now." What is it

with you kids and the phones? Come on.

You'll get 'em back

at the end of the night.

Okay. Now...

you guys have some place to be?

I bet you do, huh?

So f***ing get there!

Oh, hey!

Sack up now, Tums. Big night, right?

Yes!

I can't get in there.

I call her Tums

'cause she relieves my heartburn.

Always been a nickname guy,

even when I was back QB-ing at USC.

Our security team should be arriving soon.

Great.

Hey, wanna go for one?

-No.

-Blue.

-Forty-two! Hut, hut, hut, huh?

-What are we doing?

-Wanna go?

-I don't know what--

All right. F*** it.

Oh!

Right in the numbers!

I still got it.

I'll race you down there. Come on!

Don't be stingy, papi.

- Kisses.

- You like that?

It's for you.

-Uh, I have to go.

-Okay, bye. Bye, sexy.

Hey. I'm Ray.

Mitch usually has me run security

for these special events.

Uh, but you look like

you know what you're doing.

I'm just here

for the payday, right?

That makes two of us.

Aah!

Donald, get linked up

with our offshore bank accounts

as soon as possible.

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