Page 14 of Chaos Kills

BAY: Not particularly.

HOT ROD: I said no.

JUICE: Um, time is of the essence here. Did you want to wait until he was half-rotting in there or…

HOT ROD: Our job doesn’t consist of that. You know what Wallace said.

BAY: I don’t. What did he say? To keep watch over me and make sure I didn’t do anything stupid?

JUICE: Where are you? I’m going to come pick you up.

HOT ROD: I will rip your tiny balls off, Juice, and turn you into the pussy that you already are.

HOT ROD: Sit still.

BAY: You’re gonna need to give us more than that.

HOT ROD: And shut up.

Smartass.

JUICE: I’ll need to make sure I eat before we go, Astor. Cheeseburgers?

HOT ROD: Alright, you’re dead.

BAY: Sounds good. I’ll meet you at the corner of Fifth and Oceanview.

HOT ROD: What the hell did I just say?

JUICE: Did Rod leave the chat? He hasn’t responded.

HOT ROD: I know where you are, motherfucker.

JUICE: I’ll be there, Astor. Give me thirty.

HOT ROD: You leave that bar, Juice. You’re gonna wish I never found you.

JUICE: I moved to Emersyn’s house. Keep up, old man.

BAY: Emersyn Carter?

JUICE: The very one.

BAY: Ah, Juice. Don’t hurt that girl. She’s actually nice.

JUICE: Who said I was being mean to her? I was just about to be VERY nice.

BAY: And now, you’re bailing.

JUICE: Duty calls.

JUICE: However, if you wanted me to lick her pussy before I leave, I’ll have no complaints about that.

JUICE: She can thank you later.

BAY: If you make it quick. I’ll see you in thirty.

HOT ROD: Juice won’t be able to make it.

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