“ fuck’s sake-- ” slams his hands down on the table, pushing himself up from his seat. his coco pops will have to go soggy. usually pays no attention to gossip, but today the whispers are louder, harsher. particularly from a group of people near him. if they wanted to be boorish, he could certainly out do them. he makes his way over, hands in pockets. “ would ya fuckin’-- ” punctuates his bark with a kick to the edge of the table, knocking over a drink or two, “ --pipe the fuck down. you’re killin’ my fuckin’ appetite. what, ya never killed someone before? grow the fuck up, ya cunt. ”
catches someone staring, or who he thinks is staring, and turns to them. “ got somethin’ to fuckin’ say? ”
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