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>Frankie. Can I call you that?
>We're good friends, you and me. An inseparable duo
>Batman and Robin. Starsky and Hutch. You and Me, Frankie
>Now, you wouldn't be trying to fuck your lifelong partner, would you Frankie?
>What ya got there? Some shitty sandwich from a chain restaurant. They choke out the smaller mom and pop businesses just trying to scrape by on an earnest living.
>Day after day you can smell freshly baked bread and sizzling hot, tender meat dripping from the oven. All just down the street; waiting for a customer to stroll in and try the best "engineer" this side of Jersey
>And what do you go and do, Frankie? You stroll into a God damned Subway because Happy Gilmore told you it was the ideal lunch choice
>You're fucking over the natural order of things around here, Frankie
>You don't give your old buddy a call in over a week
>You screw some kind old lady out of a day's pay
>AND YET YOU STILL DON'T HAVE THE BOSS' MONEY
>YOU GOT ENOUGH SENSE TO KNOW HE DON'T FUCK AROUND, BUT YOU DON'T HAVE ENOUGH TO PIECE TOGETHER THAT YOU'RE BURNING THROUGH HIS FUCKING CASH, BUYING SOME SHIT EXCUSE FOR A MEAL AT SOME JACKOFF'S OVERPRICED, RAT INFESTED SHITHOLE
>WHAT'S IT GONNA TAKE TO GET THIS THROUGH YOUR BRAIN, FRANKIE? A BULLET? YOU'D BE THE LUCKIEST SON OF A BITCH IN THE WORLD IF THE BOSS LET YOU OFF THAT EASY. I HEAR HE'S TAKEN TO DROPPING GOONS LIKE YOU OFF IN THE RIVER, WEARING A NEW PAIR OF -
>...
>What the fuck?
>Is that...
>...
>Is that Mediterranean oregano I smell?