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« Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Why're we sitting here like assheads? Ronny hustles our butts all the way out here to drop off a package at sea for him and the limpdick hasn't even got it ready; screw him! »
« Chill out Revy! Doesn't this beat sweating it out with Rock at the Rip-Off Church and melting our brains figuring out those guns that came in with the Japanese instruction manuals? »
« Revy, we're not all like you and Dutch. What if we are being strung along? We've got a shady table at a street cafe with endless drinks and all of it on Ronny's retainer. This is sheer kandiflos. You can call it Dullsville, I call it paradise. Even you have to get tired of dodging bullets all the time. »
« Don't feed me that shit Benny; all you fucking care about is that ritzy station wagon you've got yourself. You'd piss yourself if your shiny, new paintwork got creased. What shade is it anyway: silver, platinum, dust, ash? You were damn lucky Jane got the guilts over your old heap being wrecked by her deals. »
« She's a lot nicer than you think. See the monkeygod hanging up front. That's the lucky charm Jane put in for me. She really put a lot of thought into choosing the best car for me you know. That flat-bed can hold a ton more gear than a trunk and … »
Revy breaks into a fit of laughter
« Benny-boy that's a shitting fertility god. No buggering way is that a flying staff sticking up there. She wasn't thinking of any of your crap tech when she got that, or the car. The only thing she wants a damned flat-bed for is so she's got somewhere else to screw your mind out. All I see it's gonna be good for is a hot gun platform; way the flap opens up. »
Benny races carside; stretches himself wide against the metal-flank & barricades Revy off.
"No! No! No! Nobody is going to make a colander out of my baby. I'll make you get off and walk if you start a gunfight. »
« Fuck you Benny. Keep your eyes on dickhead Ronny's office; the sooner the package gets here the sooner we can buggering motor off out of here. »
« NO! »
« What the Fuck! Benny!? »
« No! Look! She can't be here! That can't be the package! Please God, don't let it be. »
« Hell, shit; you're right Benny. It's a lady Rock; ain't she shitting cute. Get her; marching up to Ronny's like she owns the fucking joint. Do you . . .
« DOWN BENNY ! ! ! »
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