I'll plot offline. I want no cybernetic evidence that'll lead to me walking home and hearing "USOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOS" before getting jumped by a pair of Samoan Brehs that's damn near my size.
Jimmy probably already got to deal with the copious amounts of looks whenever they show up to work. He ain't got enough patience for you cyber nikkas thirsting on his days off.
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