No, no, no, no,
NO!
You can't manipulate me with that transparent
guilt trip bullshit, E.. I'm the King of Guilt
Trips, bud. I don't need some goofy-assed Canadian
-- you ARE Canadian, aren't you? Fuck, what's with
these Dudley Doorights anyway? Wasn't that Mishler
guy ... no, not him. Whowas that other one? The guy
with the moustache? What
's that? They ALL had moustaches? No, I'm talking
about the one that always had the moustache. Fuck,
I hate it when this happens?
Marolyn? Marolyn? Where is that bitch? Raja
Ji, get off your fat ass and see if you can find
her, will ya'? Tell her I've got something to ask
... no, wait. This is silly. Raja Ji, you can
answer my question: what was the name of that guy,
the accoutant guy from Canada.. DETTMERS! That's
it. Thanks. Okay, you can go now. Y' hear me? You
can ...
Oh, Marolyn, thanks for dropping by. What the
fuck's wrong with you? Didn't you hear me calling?
Like what the hell did you have to do that was so
fuckign important that I have to call like that?
Anyway, don't worry your still-kinda-pretty head
over it. I don't need you anymore. Naw, I'm just
talking about right now. Hey, relax, will ya'? I
said I was kidding. Now get out of here, I'm
talking with this little punk asshole here. This
Canadian fucking premie piece of shit. You ever see
anything this pathetic, Marolyn? Ok, you can
go.
Dettmers! That was it? You ever know that
guy, E.? Well he was a lot like you only
smarter. He actually went somewhere, if you know
what I mean. Yeah, he was a Canadian too but that
didn't stop him. You, on the other hand, E.
..
Quit looking at me!
Did I say you could look at me? Listen,
motherfucker, you're damned right that you don't
appreciate dick. You don't appreciate dick because
I haven't given you the gift of appreciation,
fuckface. You've got nothing. I've got everything
and -- here's how the game works. I, me, Maharaji
-- get it? -- I have everything. You, piece-of-shit
E., you got nothing. Now you want something? You
ask.
Hey, what are you doing? YOU LOOK AT ME
WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU!
You got nothing, E., and that means you
don't know shit about poetry, you don't know
nothing about appreciation. Clarity is NOT a french
liquer and gratitude.... I feel gratitude, E..
Know what for? I feel gratitude knowing that
I'm not you, asshole! yeah, I
thank my lucky stars when I see
something liek you that I'm a
Rawat, not some nothing Canadian piece of shit like
you. You know what it means to be a Rawat, stupido?
No, you don't. You don't know shit so I'll tell
you. Being a Rawat is like being way the fuck up
there, you got that? It's like WAY the fuck up
there! You know my idiot brother? No, not Raja Ji,
Bhole Ji. Well even he's got something you don't
have, asshole. Know what that is? He's a Rawat.
You're a little twat and he's a Rawat.
Hey, I kinda like that. Maybe there's a poem
or something. Got to give that to Daya.
What are you looking at?? Didn't I tell
you??
There, that's better. Listen, E., I'm
tired now. Please tell Moni -- Marolyn. Please tell
Marolyn to hold my calls and do yourself a favour,
'kay? Get the fuck out of
here!
Marolyn! Marolyn! God, didn't I just call her
in here? Where IS that woman?
Okay, Marolyn, listen, I want you to take
E. out to the kitchen and give him something to
do. E., you're here to work, not eat. Not talk.
Not do nothing I don't tell you. You're an inch
away from some serious shit, E., and this is no
time you want to be fucking with me. You got that?
Good. Now fuck off.
I'm tired. Thanks, Marolyn. Watch the guy,
huh? Got a bit of a bad feeling about him. For one
thing, he's a starer. You know how much I hate
that. He's got like no money, I don't think. Like I
say, he's a piece of shit. They're ALL shit,
Marolyn. I'm so sick of this crap but, well, what
else could I do? No, this is my fate, fuck you very
much. Prem Pal Sing Rawat, guru to a bunch of
fucking goofs. Anyway, I'm tired. Gonna take a nap.
When I get up I definitely don't want to see that
guy around here. And you know I mean it.
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