Raymond and Enid sitting in Raymond's limo, but Rays all beaten up and looked sad.
Raymond: *sighed and looked at Enid with a angry look on her face*
Enid: *eye twitched*
Rad: *playing around with the window switch, then saw Enid glaring at him*
Enid: *glared even more*
Rad: What?
Enid: What? What?! What were you doing?! *ripped parts her hair*
Rad: *sigh* I owned my own girl-body a solid, isn't that a retiming quality? Helping friends with stuff?
Raymond: *looked up*
Enid: Not with turf-wars, that results in territorial genocide!!
Rad: Eh, you win some, you lose a few hundred!*laughing then sighed* It wasn't that bad anyway. *continues to play with the switch*
Enid: *threw a knife at the switch, then glared at him*
Rad: Oh, come on! I had to! My credibility was on the line! *sigh* I mean, what kind of reputation would I have if people thought I was trying to go clean?! It just, throws my entire persona. *flexed his muscles*
Enid: Your credibility?! What about the hotel's?! Your little stunt, made us looked like a FUCKING joke!!
Rad: *scoffed* No, no, no, babe. Jokes are funny. I made you look...Uh...Sad! And pathetic. *while his talking, Raymond started to fell worse and buried his face to his hair that dropping to his face*. Like an orphan, with no arms, or legs. Uh...Oh! With progeria! Great! Now I'M bumped thinking about it! This thing have any liquor?
Enid: Could you please just try to take this seriously?
Rad: Fine, I'll try. Just, don't get your taco up in a twist, baby.
Enid: Was that you being sexist, or racist?!
Rad: *sigh* Whatever pisses you have more. Is there seriously no liquor in here?!
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