...If you're making a pizza I'm not gonna like say no. [Who can resist pizza when it's there? Not fucking Jesse, that's for sure.
Standing, finally, he stretches, dropping the can haphazardly onto the wood chips as he goes. He'll come back for it later.
...Maybe.] Let's get outta here. Friggin' starving now, thanks for that.
[Blake, the joint he'd smoked half an hour ago... You know. Same thing.
He moves to start toward the mansion, now thoroughly distracted from his vandalism, and reaches into his pocket to look for his cigarettes and lighter.]
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...If you're making a pizza I'm not gonna like say no. [Who can resist pizza when it's there? Not fucking Jesse, that's for sure.
Standing, finally, he stretches, dropping the can haphazardly onto the wood chips as he goes. He'll come back for it later.
...Maybe.] Let's get outta here. Friggin' starving now, thanks for that.
[Blake, the joint he'd smoked half an hour ago... You know. Same thing.
He moves to start toward the mansion, now thoroughly distracted from his vandalism, and reaches into his pocket to look for his cigarettes and lighter.]