#dylan: is this code?

[impositioned]

ROMAN, on the phone: in those words, Dylan. thank you, fuck you don't fucking hang up.

DYLAN: Roman Roy is on the line, he says you're not answering your personal.

JERYD: [well fucking obviously]

JERYD: so?

DYLAN: he says uhm he's saying-- he wants me to tell you--

JERYD: for fuck's sake, spit it out.

DYLAN: uhm he wants me to tell you... you need to come over?

JERYD: for what?

ROMAN: to fuck me. tell him.

DYLAN: right, uhm. he says you need to come over to... fuck him?

JERYD: [blank stare]

JERYD: is that him on the phone?

DYLAN: yes

ROMAN: now. tell him now. he needs to come over and fuck me now

DYLAN: uh yeah, now. he's saying you need to come over and fuck him now?

JERYD: is that it?

DYLAN: what?

JERYD: is that all he said? that's it?

DYLAN: yes, that's it.

JERYD: he's on the phone calling you to tell me I need to come over and fuck him now?

DYLAN: yes.

JERYD: then why can't you just fucking say that?

ROMAN, sing-song: ouhh you're in fucking trouble, Dylan's in fucking troubleee

JERYD: and tell him to go fuck himself.