TerryMickey's in Mexico. Fuck off, rectum boy.
I'm not here to see Mickey. I'm here to see you.
Terry
What, you trying to faggify all of us?
You don't faggify people. That's not how-- how much time'd you do in the pen?
Terry
Eighteen years, on and off.
Terry
Depends on your definition of bad. Mouth-and ass-rapings-- which you'd probably enjoy-- beatings by the guards, food sucked--
You were mouth- and ass-raped?
Terry
You kidding? I did the raping. Milkoviches don't bottom.
Terry
Fuck off, Gallagher.
Okay, rapings... food, guards-- I can handle that shit. I just need to know if--
Terry
Anyone can handle that shit. It's the boredom that'll kill you. Starts out, you're figuring out your surroundings. Then the day-to-day sets in. Start reading books, lifting weights, fuck a few of the pussy boys in the yard, but you're in the same place with the same assholes, doing the same shit every second of every hour of every day of every goddamned year. I was you, I'd pack my shit and run.
Terry
[Pacing around outside Gallagher residence] Mickey! I know you're in there, you fսck¡n' homo! Hey, Mick, You faggy fɑggоt! You're never gonna marry that Gallagher queer, you hear me? Mickey!
Terry
Hey, you want a Pride parade?! Yeah. How 'bout I slice off your pansy dicks and stick 'em on a fսcking float?! [Mickey walks out door] I got a little conversion therapy for you! You suck a dіck, you die.
Would you shut the fսck up?! You're annoying the shit outta everybody!
Terry
Well, if it isn't the little shirt lifter. Just want you to know- you marry a man, Imma put a fսcking bullet in your head! Simple as that!
Why wait, bitch?! I'm standing right here, Charlottesville. [Terry draws his firearm and Mickey draws his] Oh, look at that- we must shop at the same gun show.
Terry
The fսck happened to you?!
You know what they say- the apple doesn't fall far from the tree!
Terry
It does if it lands on a dіck!
Aw, please, stop. I get it, all right? You're proud a me.
Terry
You must really love cock.
Terry
Don't say I didn't warn ya, cocksmoker. [Walks past Mickey, shoulder bumping him]
Terry
Hey, look. Our new neighbors came to welcome us, even my pansy former son and his stink-dick boyfriend.
I guess the city must've made good on their threat to condemn our old house. That or the meth lab caught fire again.
Well, what are they doing here, though?
Terry's been banging the lady who owns this place for a couple of years. Calls it his plan B.
Mrs. McCurdy? She's, like, 90.
Gotta do what you gotta do, man.
That's the stench of abject poverty, son.
Actually, I think it might be those chickens.
Oh, no, those ain't chickens. Those are cocks. Like, for cockfighting?
They like it. If they don't die. It's natural for 'em. You know, it's fun.
We have to move. I don't wanna be the reason for the next Black Lives Matter march. I'll get Trayvon Martin-ed for sure if we stay here.
[A man is randomly firing off a kalashnikov assault rifle] Jesus!
Why's he shooting random shit?
[Laughs] Aw... He's playing "I Spy, You shoot."
It's a kids' game. Yeah, kid says, "I spy with my little eye that red stop sign," or whatever, and then the adult... shoot the stop sign. Get off your fucking high horses. Anybody here feel like they're the product of good parenting, raise your hand.
Okay, I don't have time for this shit. I gotta get Franny ready. Where is Franny?
Terry
Fuck it, just dump the used motor oil in the yard.
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