"Where's Josh?" "He's gone."
"Then where's Donnie?" "He left, too."
"Gordon?" "Gone."
"Well, shit."
"Any chance we could talk you out of this with a Target gift card?"
"Aw dude, and you say you've been flossing? I don't believe you."
"That's my girl, dog." "I don't give a fuck, God sent me to piss the world off!"
"Help!"
"You wanna be equalized? Cuz I got an idea– you're sitting there nursing a gunshot wound to the side, but over here I don't. So how about I do this..." *shoots self in the side* "AUGGHHHH... see... now both of us are shot, see? Now we're equals, tough guy. You like that?"
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