I’ll say he can. Did a pretty fuckin’ amazing job last time.
-Rolling her eyes, she follows behind him.- Nah. That role goes t’Uncle Vern. ‘Sides, it’s not like I wouldn’t get another job somewhere else.
-pausing, he gives her a somewhat confused look- And what’s that suppose to mean?
-snorting- Soon enough you’ll be makin’ Uncle Vern look like a stand-up citizen. -chuckling- Yeah? And with what qualifications, huh? Y’only got this one ‘cause o’me.
Your car didn’t get puked on! ‘Sides, I got more angsty teen drama where that came from. Just you wait.
… Asshole. Fine. But that’s damn low, even for you.
-scrunching his nose- You need to stop.. Or go find Shaun. He can deal with y’emo little shit a lot better than this asshole can.
-scoffing, he begins walking down the hallway- I don’t car. M’not having m’little sister being the free-loader of the family.
But I don’ wanna work at this hellhole. ‘Sides, I’m real good at quittin’ things.
Ma goes postal ‘bout everything. Y’wouldn’t need to tell her anyways.
…Well that just went to an angsty-teen kinda place. I don’t wanna work here neither but y’don’t here me whinin’ over it.
-raising his eyebrows as his arms fold over his chest- You quit, I tell Ma. Simple as.
Ugh, Zaaaaaaaac. That isn’t fair. I’m your fuckin’ sister— you’re supposed to not say shit like that.
Don’t think of it as me bein’ a dick, think of it as an important life lesson
… Plus Ma’ll flip her shit if she thinks y’unemployed.
Oh, absolutely. But I’m serious about quittin’.
-raising his eyebrows- Y’quite your job and I kick you out. My apartment ain’t a charity centre y’know.
Probably the same idiot that vomited all over my car last night.
Well then… Look’s like it’s time to kill a bitch.
But when I put my bet on her
Little Miss Snake eyes ruined my life
I’m ‘bout ten fuckin’ seconds away from quitting. This place is gettin’ ridiculous.
…Who pissed in your cornflakes this mornin’?