S.T.A.L.K.E.R: The Duel Page #4

that style matters, man.

Game!

But for now, we got

some business to tend to.

Come on. Well, well.

If it ain't the Negro Doublemint Twins.

Ha! Very funny, Jules.

- Almost as funny as...

- Your man's get-up over here.

This is Anton and Parker.

They got this strange

bromance thing

where they finish

each other's sentences.

So this your new partner, huh, Jules?

- Some...

- Raggedy white kid?

Well, this raggedy white kid

can probably play better

than both of y'all combined.

- Can you put your money...

- Where your mouth is?

- How much?

- 60.

Come on. We don't play

for chump change, Milli Vanilli.

All right.

Throw in those sneakers you're wearing,

and you got yourself a game.

- Bet.

- All right.

Remember the rules.

Game's 21, and you only

get one foul total.

- I got it.

- All right?

Take off that funky jersey,

and pull down them dumb shorts.

Let's go.

Check up.

This ain't the theater, son.

Stop being so dramatic.

Get up!

Get up! Vance!

Are you cool?

Yeah. I think I understand

this game now.

That's good to know.

You trying to use our foul on this one?

No. Save it for a real one.

Goddamn!

The white boy's gone crazy.

Get there! Yeah!

Pay up, Mary-Kate and Ashley.

No checks, no credit.

Let's go. Uh-huh.

- Mm-hmm.

- This isn't over.

All right.

Thanks for the business.

Please come again.

Please come again.

- Know what this is, son?

- A smelly pair of sneakers?

No, this is one step closer

to the Gathering, son.

One step closer. Come on.

We gonna be late to school.

I'm sorry, man.

I didn't mean to.

It's okay. It's okay.

Yo, yo. I got word

of a duel tomorrow.

I think we can pick up a few bills.

Something's weird.

Ain't nothing weird

about money, crony.

No, no. I mean,

like, here in school.

Something seems...

I don't know... different, man.

People seem afraid of me.

What else do you expect

when you almost killed a man

for taking one of your cigarettes?

Wait. What? I didn't do that.

I don't even smoke.

Of course you do, son.

You picked it up in juvie

while you were doing time

for stealing cars.

No, no, no. I don't even

know how to drive, man.

That's not what they say.

They say back home,

you joyrided a car

right off the Grand Canyon.

What?

Wait a second, man.

You're saying this stuff.

It was you?

How else you want me

to make you look hard?

You want me to tell people you raised corn

and milked cow titties?

I didn't even live near

the Grand Canyon.

It's not even in the same state.

Details, partner. Details.

This is retarded.

There is no way

this is gonna work, man.

People aren't just gonna believe

everything they hear?

Excuse me.

Are you the guy that broke

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