Meeting Evil

You're... Watch it, watch it, watch it.

See this guy? This truck, man!

F*ck, watch out!

Who says American cars can't handle?

Those brakes can be a little loose sometimes.

-Scary as hell.

-Yeah.

Look like you were having fun, though.

I don't know if fun's the word, but, yeah,

I guess I needed it

a little more than I thought I did.

-Think I didn't know that?

-Yeah?

There's a looker.

Yeah, she is.

Pity. She ain't got a clue.

Seems nice enough.

I don't know, baby.

Fill her up?

Stupid bitch.

What'd she do to you?

Chewing gum at work,

that's just fucking rude.

-Nice house you got there, John.

-Thanks.

Bet you got a nice-looking wife.

Maybe a couple of nice kids.

I say, you got kids?

Yeah. I got a girl and a boy.

Not me, John.

Never cared much for pets, either.

-So, how do you know my name?

-You told me.

Yeah?

Only needed two gallons.

-Got some ID?

-What for?

-It's just normal procedure.

-No, no, no. No, John. John, I got this.

So, what's the problem?

You don't like the way I look?

Hey, you know.

-I don't know.

-You don't know.

Pay my manager inside, sir.

You know what? You and me,

-we're a lot alike, you know?

-That so?

-Yeah, that's so.

-Yeah.

-You'll see. Just pay attention.

-Okay.

You'll find out what I'm saying.

Let me take care of this.

I'll take you straight to the hospital.

Got it.

-Everything go okay?

-All good.

Got the gas for free on account of that cunt.

The hospital's the other way.

Yeah, you said yourself

you're not hurt that bad.

You know, man, I'm fine. Just take me home.

Let me buy you a drink. It's the least

I could do for what I put you through.

It's the middle of the day.

Come on, you've been drinking already.

I can smell it. Scotch.

It's my drink.

Come on, man, one more won't kill you.

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