mad mike: well i'm glad you came out tonight. zsolte, i always love when the bastard comes out to hang out. he's always got shit to sayzsolte: what's up with the shirt bastard. why you all dressed up?
bastard: well i just recently discovered exactly how much laundry i go through when it's hot out. all i have left is my work clothes right about now.
mad mike: yeah bastard, we're all standing here in our t-shirts and there you are in that slick shit. bastard's got to look good so you can pick up.
bastard: not really mike, the clothes are clean and i just want to be able to die pretty.
zsolte: how you plan on doing that, pal?
—the bastard
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