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Mikey? Where the hell are you?

I'm trying to figure out why the hell I took the job at the Big Q. *groans*

Because you're constantly looking for validation from the breeders you insist on surrounding yourself with?

Actually it's called working to make money so I can eventually quit one day but thanks.

You can call it whatever you want Mikey, but it is what it is.

*just sighs*

What's up, Brian?

The usual.

What about you, besides worrying over shit that doesn't need to be worried over?

*bites his tongue*

I'm not worrying! I'm just...thinking of opening up my own comic book store.

*smirks*

Your own gig? Why Mikey, are you actually growing a pair?

I have a pair!

I just...can finally, most likely, do it now.

*sits down and sighs* Just have to figure out everything.

Right.

*takes a drag off of his cigarette in silence for a moment.*

Why don't you come over? We'll celebrate your crossing over into manhood.

Sure.

*then pauses*

Is Adopt-A-Trick going to be there?

His name is Justin, and no, he's not. Now get over here before I drink all the alcohol.

I'll be right there!

Hurry.