“Awe, come on, what’s your problem?” “I’m not having you shoot somebody. You’re too irresponsible.” She scorned. “I’m too irresponsible?” Morgan fired back, his face beginning to redden with embarrassment from being treated like a child. “I have five jobs.” he said digging in his heals. “The laundry mat, the mini-mart, the pizzeria, the dry cleaner, and I help my dad with maintenance at the Park. If you think that’s easy, you should try unclogging a toilet after Fat Ass here gets done with it.” “Hey, man!” Lovienthal interrupted, feeling the need to defend himself from the prejudices of those who didn’t understand what it was like to be a person who took especially large dumps. “My prodigious bowl movements are just because I have a healthy diet. It’s not my fault that the park has low-flow toilets installed. When you really think about it, it’s more your old man’s fault more than mine.” “I don’t care whose fault what is. You’re not getting a gun, and that’s final.” Mary ordered like a drill sergeant harping at Morgan. She then berated it to the rest of the group, all while her loose skin from under her chin shook like a turkey’s
“Awe, come on, what’s your problem?” “I’m not having you shoot somebody. You’re too irresponsible.” She scorned. “I’m too irresponsible?” Morgan fired back, his face beginning to redden with embarrassment from being treated like a child. “I have five jobs.” he said digging in his heals. “The laundry mat, the mini-mart, the pizzeria, the dry cleaner, and I help my dad with maintenance at the Park. If you think that’s easy, you should try unclogging a toilet after Fat Ass here gets done with it.” “Hey, man!” Lovienthal interrupted, feeling the need to defend himself from the prejudices of those who didn’t understand what it was like to be a person who took especially large dumps. “My prodigious bowl movements are just because I have a healthy diet. It’s not my fault that the park has low-flow toilets installed. When you really think about it, it’s more your old man’s fault more than mine.” “I don’t care whose fault what is. You’re not getting a gun, and that’s final.” Mary ordered like a drill sergeant harping at Morgan. She then berated it to the rest of the group, all while her loose skin from under her chin shook like a turkey’s