NAW, DR. MEME. HE AIN'T NO BADASS.
HE'S JUST A RUN-OF-THE-MILL MUTHAF*CKA.
BUT I AM ROGER SMITH. I AM A NEGOTIATOR IN THE CITY OF AMNESIA. I CAN HANDLE THIS, MR…WHOEVA YOU ARE.
LOOK AT ME DRIVING THAT FINE CAR! HELL, YEAH.
But Mr. Jackson. I thought you were Samuel L. Jackson.
YOU'D THINK THAT, RIGHT? BUT I MUST BE ROGER SMITH, BECAUSE THIS SON OF A BITCH FORGOT JUST WHO THE F*CK I AM! 'CAUSE I KNOW SOMEBODY TOLD HIM! HELL! THE MUTHAF*CKA JUST SAID MY NAME!
Maybe he didn't…can't hardly understand a damn thing he sayin'…
ANYWAY HE GOT ME NOW.
JUST LIKE I GOT THOSE SNAKES HE WAS TALKIN' SO MUCH SH!T ABOUT.
YOU SEE, I HAD MY AK-47 (THE VERY BEST THERE IS) AND I ABSOLUTELY, POSITIVELY HAD TO SHOOT EVERY MUTHAF*CKIN' THING IN THE ROOM.
SO TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTION,
HELLLLLL, NO, YOU CAN'T HAVE THE GOT DAMN CODES.
…
…YOU KNOW WHAT? THAT WAS RUDE OF ME. I APOLOGIZE, I SINCERELY APOLOGIZE. I GOT THE CODES RIGHT HERE. SINCE YOU WERE SUCH A GOOD SPORT. YOU WANT THEM? JUST ASK, MUTHAF*CKA…*
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>IMPLYING THAT IT WASN'T FEATURED WHEN I FIRST POSTED ON HERE