"Stan doesn't like me," Alex says easily. "He was overcharging. Like hell I'm gonna spend a hundred-ninety on a fucking roll of duct tape."
Never mind that this money is probably some kind of impermanent fixture for the duration of this event or some shit. It's the principle of the thing, okay? Conceding to Stan's stupidly outrageous prices is like acknowledging he wins, and you can pry Alex's pride from his cold dead fingers.
"Hey man, if you're cool with it, I'm cool with it." Dr. Phil can fiddle around with his disposable shirts all he likes. He clicks on his own device - aw shit, it's still futzing around with the stupid static like a pain in the ass - and gives it a couple shakes. The picture'll clear up. Eventually. Maybe.
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Never mind that this money is probably some kind of impermanent fixture for the duration of this event or some shit. It's the principle of the thing, okay? Conceding to Stan's stupidly outrageous prices is like acknowledging he wins, and you can pry Alex's pride from his cold dead fingers.
"Hey man, if you're cool with it, I'm cool with it." Dr. Phil can fiddle around with his disposable shirts all he likes. He clicks on his own device - aw shit, it's still futzing around with the stupid static like a pain in the ass - and gives it a couple shakes. The picture'll clear up. Eventually. Maybe.