We go in and Robbies back on his pullup bar trying to bang out a single up. Like I said, thats some comical behavior but this time I keep my mouth shut. I also keep my mouth shut when he leaps to the ground like a Marvel Avenger and does a couple a the saddest pushups I ever saw. Robbie bounces up and while hes all sweaty and adrenalined he grabs his phone and punches in a number and squashes it up to his sweaty ass cheek.

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The phone call goes rough. The dumb exercises might a boosted fat boys confidence but they also made him out of breath. Dealer man picks up and Robbies wheezing. Its painful to watch. Robbie goes like <Oh, uh, hello, uh, this is Robbie?> like he aint even totally sure on that fact. I hear dealer man go <Who the mightyduck is Robbie?> and then fat boy has to clear his throat and introduce his dang self like its the first day a school.

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Ive learned all kinds a lessons on how you order your drugs. You got to keep it simple. Who you are. What you require. Where you got to go to get it. Robbie behaves like hes trying to ask dealer man on a date. Dudes just rambling. <So, how have you been? Do you still have that El Camino? Anyway, things are going great for me. Ive got a nice place over on Yellow Street. Are you enjoying this cool weather? I sure am. Its my favorite time of year.>

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Robocop, what? This a nuclear disaster! My moms is probably embarrassed by now and shes a mile away! Im about to break a thumb motioning for Robbie to end the call before dealer man has all our asses capped just on principle! But Robbie keeps blabbing and pouring sweat and peeling Barenaked Ladies off his hairless titties. Sorry, tits.

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Takes like ten minutes of this torture but Robbie does get dealer man to remember who he is. And dealer man laughs! I dont know how these fools know each other but Robbies stuttering like hes one a them speech labbers at school. Then he takes his wackness to the next level. He tells dealer man how he doesnt currently have a ride and does dealer man mind driving the shipment by the house? What! Robbie! Dealer man isnt a Dominos! Robbies the most inept drug purchaser that ever lived!

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It is not pretty, yo. Dealer man freaks. Robbie doesnt even stand his ground, he apologizes like a bitch and the end result is he agrees to bus his big fat stupid ass over there and pick up the package his dang self. Now check this. Dealer man hangs up, right? Any dumb ass can see the screen go black on Robbies phone. Robbie, though, he pretends like hes still talking! <Well, all right, that sounds great. Ill see you this afternoon. Goodbye for now.>

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