Lassiter: *standing over stove* Ohhhhhhhhh, my wiener has a first name...
*pokes hot dogs boiling in a pan with a fork*
...it’s D -A-D-D-Y...
*checks buns in the oven*
...My wiener has a second name...
*takes buns out*
*fishes out hot dogs onto a paper towel*
...Ohhhhhhh, it loves to get-
Vishous: For the love of God. Do not finish that line.
Lassiter: *over shoulder* You want a hot dog?
V: Not from you.
Lassiter: *gets the plate ready* *turns around* Don’t hate. You know how much you like a good wiener between a hot set of buns.
V: *takes out Glock* Time for ketchup-
Rhage: *comes in* Not again. No, V, you can’t shoot him inside. Fritz says outside only, remember? Oh, hey, can I have one?
Lassiter: *holds out plate* *winks at V* See? He likes my-
Rhage: *clamping thick hand around angel’s throat* That’s far enough, f**kstick. *takes a bite* Although, I have to say... this is a good dog.
Lassiter: *choking* It’s my special-
V: *puts palms together around Glock and prays* Pleasesaysaucepleasesaysauce... ‘cuz then I can put us out of your misery.
Lassiter: *turning blue* -recipe.
Rhage: *releases hold**over Lassiter’s choking* See? He’s trainable- I’m the Cesar Millan of d**chebags!
V: *as Rhage leaves* Sh*t, now I’m hungry.
Lassiter: *still recovering* At the risk of further injury... there’s some sausage in the fridge. Or you could go with the jack cheese. Roasted nuts? Hard cider-
*races out with hot dogs, running for dear life*
V: *puts gun away**hangs head**looks over at hot dogs* Dayum. I want one.
Ich bin fantastisch....Aszendent "leck mich"....und bevor du fragst...ich wurde geschaffen...nicht geboren....