“I need you to leave me out of whatever it is that this is.”
It’s a semi-fictional prism through which to view the world, specifically–
“Shut the shit up. You are weird and I don’t like having your weirdness on me.”
You played very well in Chi–
“Dude, dude, dude: no. The time for that passed.”
“Yeah, it was the cock rings.”
–the cock rings? I thought so, yeah.
“Bruce Hornsby is not a cock ring guy, okay?”
That’s why you were glaring disapprovingly on them!
You see no humor in this.
“I do not, no. I’m a family-kinda guy and I draw a family-kinda crowd and I don’t need to be caught up in your dong-cinching shenanigans.”
You’re right: sorry. I’ll fix it.
You did kill it in Chicago.
“Well, thank you. I appreciate it. Had a lot of fun.”
Do you need–
–a Benjy? Okay, just asking.