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Woo! What's up?

In San Diego, it's fine.

It's just like that, it gets dark and you can see it illuminated even better, but it's

too cloudy right now.

San Diego's finest.

Speaking of San Diego's finest, that's what I think we got right here.

Something San Diego's finest.

What's up with the shades, man?

You going to pilot school?

It's bright in here.

It's bright in here?

That's right.

Oh, yeah.

Why don't you take those shades off for a minute?

Let's get a good look at those big, nice, pretty eyes.

Look at that.

You remind me of somebody I used to work with, man.

His name was T.J. Davis.

Motherfucker was hung like a fuckin' Chrysler.

Damn.

That's pretty funny.

I mean, one of them old Chryslers with the big ol' fuckin' wings on and that shit.

And who is this besides you, man?

I don't know this dude.

Hey, me?

What?

Who the fuck are you?

It's Eli.

Eli.

Man, you've been getting down and dirty here lately.

Yep.

Last few days, but tomorrow's going to be the big kick.

That's right.

When I say big, I emphasize the word big.

Yeah.

I like the exaggeration.

You keep thinking I'm joking.

You think I'm joking, but see, I'm going to let Mr. Rodney right here get you broke in

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