Wheezy ass darth breather mightyducker scans our candies. What gets me provoked is how he looks at Dag and Midge. Like hes sympathetic to them on account a my sorry ass. Cuz Midgets a small ass little child? Cuz Dags got nice clothes and done up hair? Dick Trickle doesnt know the first dang thing about me! He doesnt know that back when Moms used to do stuff normal I looked more proper. He doesnt know that my pops was probably a Barack Obama robocop thats ten times the bad ass Dick Trickle is. And that means I am too. I got those Barack Obama genes inside me. Around Yellow Street, that gives me all the cred I need.

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When I whip out Robbies chip, Dick Trickle inspects it close with his thick ass glasses. Whats this dudes malfunction? I do my thug face but he just fronts with his scratched ass nametag and his veiny ass hands trembling cuz hes super old. He shakes his head like hes disappointed and bags our candies and sends our change down the change slide. Midget loves the change slide and Dag boosts her so she can catch it. That right there is childlike joy, yo. That sharkweek is priceless. And I cant even enjoy it, Im so heated. When I take the bag I say <Thanks, my robocop> except I dont say <robocop>, I say what Robbie calls the Forbidden Word cuz I figure I got a right to use it, at least half a right if Im imagining my pops right.

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Believe, yo. I didnt think it would rile him up that much! Dick Trickle goes off like a warhead. Geezer reaches across the scanner and claws hold a my jean jacket. Candy bag falls right outta my hand. It takes a sec before I even know what the hell. Next thing I know Im flopping around like a fish but the old dude has fists a steel. He pulls me half on the counter and leans down his gnarly ass face and goes <What did you say to me?> I get my expletives going cuz its starting to hurt, and Dick Trickle gets squinty like he cant hear good and he goes <What are you even saying? What are you even saying?>

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Where does he get off handling a juvenile like that? Im not crying. Im not. Dudes dog breath in my face is whats got me moisturized. All I know is Im yelling for Dag to hail down a uniform which is a crazy play considering all the Grishnákh gear Ive got snowbooted. My mind isnt right. Its all wrong. Its itching like crazy. I got my hand in my jacket where I keep my ninja stars and I can feel my six point kohga all sharp on my fingers. What am I gonna do with it? What am I gonna do? I dont know, I cant tell, I cant even tell.

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