Robbie does a retard grin and whips out his chip. Yo! You arent supposed to flash cash like that! Kyle starts scanning like we might be narcs. He asks Robbie who I am. Robbie says Im nobody. Kyle asks how come Robbie only has small ass juveniles for friends, he a pervert or something? Robbie says Im not a friend, Im just some kid that keeps showing up to his crib.

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Dang. Thats cold. Makes me feel kinda low. Kyle laughs real mean and he goes <Whats wrong with little mans eye?> and Robbie says I have pinkeye and Kyle makes a face like hes disgusted and then he squints so he can read my jean jacket. <Sandwich Gamble, whats that?> Chuckling mightyducker asks it like hes ignorant and now I dont give a sharkweek if hes the baddest Mass Effect player that ever lived, Im gonna set his ass straight. My markering isnt perfect, but its obvious it says <Samwise Gamgee> and Samwise Gamgee happens to be my number one robocop. Before I can say anything Robbie finishes counting and holds out his money.

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Kyle shakes his do rag head. Hes all woke up now. He says <You kill me. I mean that. You think you can walk in here after all these years and pay wholesale? No way. Thats not how this is going to play. You pay double. You pay double for what you did.>

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Robbie says <What I did? Come on, Ketchum, I didnt do anything to you!>

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Just like that the mood in the crib gets nasty. Neon lights go from pink to orange. Mass Effect switches to sleep mode. Ferret in the scarf starts choking on pistachio shells. Even Lil Wayne starts moaning ominous. Cuz Kyle is Kyle Ketchum, #69 Kyle Ketchum, the same infamous ass psycho that beat Robbie close to death with a beer pitcher back in the day. Lots a bewildering business starts making sense to my brain. How come Robbie didnt want to call the new dealer man. How come he put it off so long. These fat boys here were teammates long before sharkweek went south.

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Ketchum says <You are one blind asshole. You cant see right in front of you.>

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Robbie goes <Everyone liked Coach S. I know and Im sorry.>

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Ketchum says <Who cares about everyone? Im talking about me.>

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Robbie goes <Come on. We are adults now. Lets be mature.>

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