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[golisolation]

"Yo, it's the hated boss that beats you down, and beats you down, and never lets up... Yeah, big bad Guzma is here—well, I ain't, actually. Leave a message and ya boy will get back at ya. Later days, dude."

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[crassidy]

m8
m8
i need to get wasted and im lonely

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[golisolation]

[He probably shouldn't be getting wasted right now, but he's never been particularly...good at taking care of himself, so!!]

yo dude im down
where @

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[crassidy]

mine mayb??
or urs??
or like if u wanna go out into the crowds and punch folk we could go to sum mf bars

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[golisolation]

aint feelin a crowd rn
not that im evr against a good bar fight ykno?
ur place is fine w/ me

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[crassidy]

fuckin sweet m8
come ovr to mf2 wenever u want. bring booze if u got any. we got plenty to
i also got shite movies and vidya james

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[golisolation]

dope im always down 4 shit movies & games
o & i always got booze cya soon

[And soon indeed, because before too long, Guzma's gotten his ass over there, and is kicking at the bottom of the door to knock. His hands are full with a case of beer and a couple bottles of liquor. He could put one down and knock like a normal person, but fuck that.

Though, when he speaks, his voice sounds a bit labored and hoarse:]

Yo, Cass! It's ya boy!

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[crassidy]

[Cass is quick to answer unlike the speed of this tag, stumbling up from his sprawl on the couch to charge for the front door, swinging it open with a jovially loud greeting of:] Ey!

[His gaze drops to the armful of booze all too quickly, holding out his own hands like he might somehow be of help in carrying that burden.]

Alright, yeh rough bastard? Sounds like you be on the smokes too much.