— You might wanna work on your team motivation thing. You heard of Phil Jackson?
— Yeah.
— He's like the gold standard, okay? Triangle, bitch.
— See... The firing pin is filed down, right? Mag full of dummy rounds. If I pull the trigger, nothing happens.
— You're absolutely right. Why would we give a loaded weapon to an infamous hitman? Go ahead, pull the trigger. Empty it.
— Don't empty nothing. You don't even know this lady. I've known you, like, nine months. Remember when I brought you that cookie? That was a real cookie.
— Hey! Miss? What was that?
— Location verified. Next!
— Oh, you deaf. You one of them deaf hoes.
— You get to the part in that binder saying I was sleeping with her?
— Yeah. I never been with a witch before. What's that like?
— Where've you been, homie?
— This ain't my fight!
— You know what? You don't stand for shit. You ain't about shit!
— Don't touch me, man!
— Don't touch you? What you gonna do? I'm touching you! I'm touching you! Do something.
— Don't touch me! You wanna see something?
— Yeah, I wanna see...
— You wanna see something?
— Yes, I wanna see something!
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