Got To Hate HangOvers (O2A)

[Jayceon Williams]

"Yeah. You got a point about that homie. Money is always a factor in that bullshit. Look at Paris Hilton. Bitch done got in trouble. Whined, pissed, and moaned like a fuggin' baby. And what happened? She got out in a few days. Cause she couldn't handle it. Pfft... Don't gimme that bullshit man. Don't gimme that. It's cause her daddy is rich. And she's a famous cock sucking bimbo. ;D Excuse my French but shit like that pisses me off. I tell ya. Some average joe does the same shit, he gets to sit and rot. Rich and bitchy gets out in a few days. Fucked up. "

Remmy looked up at this Anthony dude who joined him and the guy who now introduced himself as Andrew Rose.

"Names Jin Remmy... And no... I'm not wasted. I'm hung over. There's a difference fucker..."

[andy]

"Hey... in her defense... she was traumatized by it...

Yeah... we get away with so much though. You're hosed though, man... Get loaded off of this business, get Amanda and Candice to pay you a shit load of money, then fuck it. Go nuts."

[ar]

{Anthony called the tender for a bottle of Heineken. The tender comes over.}

“Can I help you?”

“May I get a bottle of Heineken...”

“Right away.”

{So the tender went off, to get the bottle of beer. Anthony heard Mr. Remmy say “Fucker” to Anthony. The tender came and put the bottle of beer next to Anthony. He began to speak.}

“Thank you, excuse me did you just call me fucker… It isn’t my fault that you’re out there smoking your fucking blunt, and you're weed with you crack ass friends as well. Now you will never call me fucker ever again… Do you understand this Mr. Remmy? And if you don’t than I will have to go into that ring and beat you as a bloody pulp.”

{Anthony takes a drink of his Heineken.}

[Jayceon Williams]

"Nothing against you Andrew. Just them "A-Class" folk... Shit I hear and see them get away with.... Gets to me."

Remmy raised an eyebrow as he looked at Anthony. Who the hell this guy think he is? And he knows what he got locked up for? Fuggin' stalker ass.... He shook his head. Bastard don't know who he talking to.

"Right, right.... I'm sorry mistah! I never do that again! Please.... Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease don't hurt me mistah!"

He paused for a brief second. Then just burst into laughter.

"Hahahahahaha! Who the fuck you think you is? Going to beat me to a bloody pulp? What kind of defense is that? ;D You watching that old school shit, ain't you? Get the hell outta here with that recycled sorry excuse for a insult. And how you know I smoke weed anyways? You been watching me? You been stalking me? I fucking knew it. I fucking knew the government and their conspiracy bullshit was up to something. How about this? Take yer lame constipated looking self, go outside, and play in traffic? K? Grown men talking here. No need for "bloody pulp" school yard shit here. Alright?"

[andy]

"I know, right? And what the hell are you drinking beer for at like, 8 in the morning anyways? That's an awful lot like the pot calling the kettle black there, isn't it? Hell, at least this man's taken care of his drinking during... y'know... normal drinking hours?

Beer for breakfast... show some restraint...

"Fucker."

That attitude surely didn't sit well with Andrew, who was here for a peaceful morning. Who the hell starts a fight in the Cafe anyways... isn't there a big sign out front that says

"Violence is Prohibited?"

"Hell, just take off and save it for Exodus, Chump. Be a child and fight in a public place someplace else."

[ar]

{Anthony chugged as he begin to laugh.}

“How do I know you smoke weed? Mr. Remmy I am not that stupid, I could tell by your eyes. Please I don’t stalk anyone. Now if you think you’re so great how about me vs. you at Exodus.”

{Anthony looks at Andrew.}

“You’re really funny Mr. Rose. You do not have to interrupt the conversation that Mr. Remmy and I are discussion… Annoying son of a bitch, please go model for the camera.”

{Wannabe, from that wrestling company...What was his last name? That’s right his last name was Morrison.}

[Jayceon Williams]

"My eyes? ::)You serious? You do realize there's a difference between someone with glossy eyes and someone who's sober? Right? You do know that someone who smokes weed can have sober eyes? Right? Gain knowledge before you talk shit. I never claimed to be anything great. Thats you're own assumption. Which must mean, you believe I'm better than you already. Fine by me. Come Exodus and get that ass smashed into the mat. And for the record? YOU Anthony interrupted mine and Andrew's conversation. It was an A and B conversation.... So "C" yer ass out. K?"

[andy]

"Interrupting the conversation you were discussion? Is that what you said? Oh, Christ Almighty..."

Andrew drops his head on the table...

He's...

Laughing at the guy who "told him off"...

"Dude... it's like you're fucking five!!! Like I said... stuff the tough guy act, go wander away to find more reasons to get into AA, since you're drinking that SHITTY beer at eight thirty in the morning, AFTER intruding on our conversations... and go butche the English language somewhere else, kay? In the mean time..."

He looks up, the waitress is coming with some steaming plates...

"Foods here. Begone, fucker..."