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you won't be scared when some junkie

a**hole pulls a Glock.

I wouldn't have been scared anyways.

That's my girl!

Alright. Up you get.

Two more rounds, and then home.

Again?

Uh-huh.

Look, only if we can go by the bowling alley

on the way back.

The bowling alley?

Yep

And icecream after

Hmm

Okay

Two more rounds,

no wincing, no whining and you got yourself a

deal, young lady.

I'm gonna get Hot fudge sundae.

Good call, baby doll!

So you gonna tell a little more about what you might

want

for your birthday?

Can I get a puppy?

Do you want to get a dog?

Yeah. A cuddly fluffy one.

and a Bratz Moviestar Makeover Sasha.

I'm just f***ing with you daddy!

Look.

I'd love a Benchmade model-42 butterfly knife.

Oh child. You always knock me for a loop.

You know what?

We gonna get you two

Two?

One ... ?? Two ... ??

That's what you get.

I'll be honest,

there wasn't a whole lotta crime

fighting in those first few weeks.

But even so, my new vocation kept

me plenty busy.

I called it preparation.

But if you called it fantasizing,

it woulda been hard to argue.

All I knew was I never felt so good about myself.

F***!

Okay, maybe I was still in the beta testing

phase.

But it was a start.

What the f*** are you looking at?

Nothing

Get the f*** out of here

Like every serial killer already knew, eventually

fantasizing just doesnt do it for you anymore.

It was time to engage

What the f***?

What the f*** are you looking at?

I said what the f*** are you looking at?

Two cheapshit losers screwing with a car that

somebody probably worked their ass off to pay for.

Say what?

Leave it be man.

This Motherf***er is obviously high.

I'm not high.

I just think it sucks you guys think you can do

what you want.

Just walk away from the car,

and we can just forget about this.

You crazy, man!

F*** this sh*t!

Sh*t! Get outta here!

I came out just long enough to beg the medics not to tell

anybody about the costume

He promised he wouldn't

All I knew was that my dad was gonna kill me.

Why can't I have a gun?

I am a security guard

You're a doorman, now. You don't get a gun no more.

Look at me. I look like a putz.

You look sharp. Look at all them buttons

Do your job. Open the f***ing door

Have a nice day

Good Morning Frank

Hey Joe. How ya doin'?

Great -

want some coffee? -

Maybe later

Good morning Angie

Chris -

Good Morning Joe -

Frank we got a thing

It's a big thing Frank

OK:

Sorry then

do what you gotta do

Chris, where you think you're going?

I gotta talk to dad.

Christopher

Frank Honey

Where do you think you're going?

I don't mind you talking business. Dad

I was just gonna sit in there quietly. I mean I should probably

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