[The drink bubbles in his gut like bile, and he feels a sudden surge of anger so complete that he almost reels from it. At his side, he clenches his fists and releases them, trying to promise himself not to punch this uppity little scallywag into the nearest sun. It's a difficult promise. Through gritted teeth he says:]
Shut the fuck up, Gully. I was tryna be friendly. I won't anymore.
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Shut the fuck up, Gully. I was tryna be friendly. I won't anymore.