"Burp. Whaaaaa?"
"You can't serve me? You might get arrested? What kind of freekin country is this?"
(Freedom leakin' away, leakin' away!)
Butter.I can name a man's poison at fifty paces. I take one look at this guy as he walks in and say to myself, "Butter."
He steps carefully, like there's something sticky on the soles of his shoes. Maybe there is, but I figure he moves like that because he's on unfamiliar ground. Never seen his face before and I know just about everybody around.
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