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[zazz]

[He's been in the City a few days, and he still appears to be wearing the expensive suit he showed up in, though now it's all wrinkled and stained from days and nights of wearing it without wash. But for most people this is the first time seeing Pickles, and he seems to be standing in a lamp store, and he looks majorly peeved about something. Something imperative.]

Seriously?? Have none of yew fuckin' mouthbreathers even heard of Dethklahk??!

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[datglass]

You're kiddin', right?

[zazz]

Aboot what?

[datglass]

No one makes that much dosh by themselves. Ya think me head's buttoned up the back or something?

[zazz]

I'm guessin' dosh is cult talk fer cash? Sure, I dun make up the world's 7thish largest economy by myself, the band's made up of 5 people.

(Though, let's be hanest, only 3 of us reelly pull the weight, heh.)

[datglass]

Aye, right. Now I know you're fucking around.

[zazz]

Why'd I fuck around aboot that?

[He sounds genuinely confused. Why are you doubting his wealth? :(]

[datglass]

'Coz it's completely mental, that's why. World disnae revolve around ya, now.

[zazz]

Jest 'coz it doesn't around yew doesn't mean it doesn't around me! It's jest a sad fact of life yer gonna hafta learn to deal with, or jest, yanno, kill yerself and get it over with. Bang, heh.

[datglass]

I don't want the world revolving around me, pal, ya get much more done in the world if most people don't pay attention.

[zazz]

Why would yew wanna get a ton of shit done when yew could jest sit around eatin' waffles and fried chicken while others does yer stuff fer yew, huh? Yer talkin' crazy.

[datglass]

Uh, 'coz that gets boring?

[zazz]

So yer crazy and unimaginative. How sad. When you dun have anything to worry aboot, like keepin' yer job or feeding yer screaming, drooling brats yew can do all sorts of fun things!

[datglass]

I don't have anything t'worry about anyway, man. I got me own thing down to a working T. Works much better without all the fame, too.

[zazz]

There's no way I can even begin to believe that, dood. That's impahssible!

[datglass]

What's impossible about that? Are ya kidding?

[zazz]

Yeh, fame and riches gets yew everything! Gets yew away with anything, too!

[His way of life is better, dammit. >:[ It's a competition now.]

[datglass]

How can ya get away with anything when everyone's watching ya all the time? Eh?

[ >:[!! ]

[zazz]

Man, dun ask me, Ahfdensen does all that! But I imagine it takes some dough and forced relocation of the other parties involved, heh.

[datglass]

What, like ya kill 'em?

[zazz]

I dunno. He says it's, like, fuckin' playable deniability or somethan' whenever I bother to ask.

[datglass]

This guy disnae wash your face for ya too, does he?

[zazz]

When I was too drunk to wipe the puke or salsa ahff my face, sure.

[datglass]

Christ. That's no kind o' life to live.

[zazz]

Hey, shut up, how coorda-er-coordinated are YEW when shit-faced, huh?

[datglass]

Enough t'still clean up me own damn messes. No need t'get disgusting about it.