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Stupid jerks busted my place up.

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You ok?

I'm fine. *rubs his arm* They were just frontin'.

I could take care of it.

I don't think that would end well.

Let's go bust some stupid jerks up!

You should eat them.

Not cops, I hope? With one exception I dislike them intensely.

I hope you're all right.

I could totally.

They'd probably give you indigestion with all the crack they smoke.

Naw, just some punks who think they're hard 'cause they're packin'.

I'm fine, s'cool.

For them.

You'd have to flip out all ninja-style, there's like 30 of them.

Are you alright?

Or I could use a bomb and take them out.

Ah, I know plenty like that. Always think they're tough, but underneath it all they're cowards.

If I ever find them, they'll end up playing one of my games...

Yeah I'm fine, ain't nothin'.

Please don't bomb my apartment. I need it to sleep in.

Did they steal anything?

Don't worry about it.

Oh, I'm not.

Probably. Not that I have a lot to steal, unless they really, really wanted a pair of seven-inch stilettos.

*chuckles*

Well, it sucks that they messed your stuff up. If I can help at all let me know.

I'm Andy.

Eh, they're just kids. You should hear how quick they shut the fuck up when the cops come around. Not that they ever do in the Bronx, but.

It's okay, I'm immune to disease, and I'm pretty sure drugs won't effect me for long.

But what if you get the runs?

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