You should go.
[shrugs] I should stay.
Now you're playing.
It's your game.
I'll kill you.
I doubt that.
Don't tempt me.
Or you'll what?
No, no, no!
Dillon Francis?!!
GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE.
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GO AWAY DUDE, I GOT THIS.
NO, OKAY?! NO.
Ay, no! Vamos!
JUST STOP IT.
What is he doing here?
What are you doing here?
I'm on the lineup.
(Like, 6 people)
HOW?
Ask My Management.
>< Man, fuck your management.
GERALD: Hey, fuck you!
Gerald?! S'that you?
GERALD: Yes, ‘tis I!
You look good!
Back at cha!
...is that your piñata?
Previously, kind of.
What the fuck.