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“Your Crutch becomes The Noose; pro-tip: whomever does the work grows strong; the strongest, almost, always wins, yo.”

“Your Crutch becomes The Noose; pro-tip: whomever does the work grows strong; the strongest, almost, always wins, yo.”

“So that’s pretty heavy”, Bilta replies as he shakes his head, “you like… do children’s parties, also, with your shitty jokes, yo?”

“Yeah, whatever–I didn’t say that I was entertaining.  It’s just how life goes.”

“So like anyways, boss”, he replies as he turns his head back to the digitalTV, “you didn’t answer the question–why don’t you just be straight-forward and direct with me.”

“I don’t want to answer it, yo.”

“It’s relatively simple”, Bilta continues speaking as he rolls his eyes, “like… why don’t you have a shirt on, yo?”

“It’s for the breeze”, I reply as I settle more into his couch in his studio apartment.

I lean forward and grab a handful of palomitas; I pour hot sauce on them; I shove them into my mouth; de-lic-i-ous.

“Bilta”, I reply as I shrug and turn my head to the TV, “be a man.”

“Yeah–I don’t disagree with your basic premise.  But, like, that doesn’t explain the whole no shirt thing–it’s making me uncomfortable, yo.”

“Let it go, Bilta”, I reply as I put my feet up on the small wooden table, “it’s how it goes.”

“Yeah–but, it’s my house.”

“It’s my life.”

“You’re going to take your life to some other place if you keep pissing me off, boss”, he replies as he sighs, “this is getting old–and, where the fuck are your pants, yo?”

“Comfort”, I respond as I turn my head to look out the window, “dictates decisions; I feel better this way so it’s how I do things.”

“Yo–you need to get going somewhere else with that shit”, he continues speaking as he rolls his eyes, “I’m not a velociraptor that’s into that stuff.”

“You can learn.”

“I can also punch you in the face.”

“I have two hands and a whole lot of kickass coming your way, Bilta”, I reply as I sigh, “if you want to push the issue.”

“Yeah–you know, I’m confused.  Like, boss, get your shit together–please respect that this is my house and take off the bright green headband.  I’m not into that, either–like, where do you come up with these stupid ass ideas?”

“TV.”

“Huh?”

“I’m a byproduct of what I consume–I’ve been watching a lot of the digitals recently, yo.  It makes me the man that I am–awesome!”

“It, also, makes me want to make you a sandwich of please, leave my house.”

“Bilta”, I reply as I roll my eyes, “now, you know how awkward it is being around you and your haki addiction.”

“Huh?”

“Yeah”, I continue speaking as I shrug, “I saw the bag in the kitchen–why you into that shit, yo?”

“It’s not mine–it’s my wife’s.”

“Bilta–you have no wife.”

“Yeah–but I could”, he replies as he grimmaces, “just, let it go, boss–it’s my thing and it doesn’t hurt anyone.”

“Differing opinions will be put forth.”

“What?”

“Shut the fuck up, Bilta.”

He pauses; I sigh; this is getting heated, yo.

“Look”, I continue speaking as I turn my head to him, “I care about you–I want to see you around for a while.  I don’t have many friends–and, a velociraptor that I can pass time with is–very random–cool and shit.”

“Thanks, yo.”

“Stay around.”



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