[ please imagine Bucciarati wondering who's blowing up his proverbial phone only to find out it's fucking Doppio. He can't believe this!! Unfortunately, his stream of thoughts is also going straight to the network... ]
Don't send this garbage to me. I told you to stay away from us. Why are you thinking about Trish? You don't have the right. I hope he can't take another day. That would make life simpler.
<bucciarati>
Don't send this garbage to me. I told you to stay away from us. Why are you thinking about Trish? You don't have the right. I hope he can't take another day. That would make life simpler.