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So listen to this, cocksucka — after that whole horror show, I’m tryin’ to get outta there. I’m sweatin’, I’m shakin’, I smell like expired bologna just from standin’ near that fuckin’ guy.
And who wheels his science experiment of a chair right up to me?
Fuckin’ J-Tard.
Still got his dumb chair, still got his dumb smirk — lookin’ like a wet sock that thinks it’s in Mensa. He leans in — oozin’ somethin’ from somewhere, I’m not even askin’ — and he looks me dead in the eye and says:
"You are one odd man, aren't you, Joey? Toodles Snoodles."
…
ODD?!
YOU’RE gonna call ME odd?! Bro — you just spun around in a Herman Miller knockoff makin’ NASCAR noises and tried to fight a schizophrenic with a neck like a parking meter. You're a pedophile with a plug up your ass wearin' a wig with no shame, your chair has scent trails, and your signature move is leakin’ things nobody asked for!
And I’m the odd one?
I looked at him, man — dead serious — and I said:
“Listen, cocksucka… if you ever say my name again, I’m gonna call a hazmat crew and have your whole DNA cataloged as a biohazard. Now roll your little boy lovin' ass that way and never come back.”
And he just nodded… and SPUN AWAY.
Not rolled. SPUN. Like a fuckin’ Roomba with brain damage.
And that was it.
That was the last time I went to an underground fight that served chili cheese fries at the door.
