[ dustin starts with what sounds like another correction on the rise, and mickey's brows just arch emphatically. bitch, do it and see what happens. thankfully, he thinks better of it. ] See? Now you're learning about survival and natural selection. Don't argue with the motherfucker carrying the gun and setting shit on fire.

[ these are life lessons he is imparting to you, small child with an apparent deathwish. he's damn lucky it's this gangster he chose to mouth off to rather than any others mickey knows. then again, most gangsters wouldn't have stopped to help him. hrm, we're not going to think about that. ]

Bet I could, but that means I gotta go do it still. So unless you're volunteering to fetch goddamn refill, complaint stands. [ mickey would literally argue with a bolder, it's therapeutic for him, ok? no matter how annoyed he looks while doing it. ] You think babysitting smartasses is my favorite fuckin pastime? I don't want you going home with me either.

Address. Or someone I can call to pick your ass up, Yoda, I ain't asking a third time.