When The Voices in My Head Argue…
Stan: You think that I’m going to let you get away with this? Are you out of your fucking mind? This is just the start of it, homey. I got thunder in my back pocket and lightning in my front. I can bring it ALL day long, son. You don’t want this. (Pokes Larry in the chest.) I am gonna take you outside and show you what’s what. That’s how *I* do things. You’re an asshole. You’ve had this coming for SO long. I am going to enjoy this. And when I am done with you, I am going to take your girlfriend. She wants me to, I see it in her eyes. You messed with the wrong bastard this time, fucko. I am going to slap the ugly right out of you — and THAT is going to take some slapping. Are you ready for this? I mean, are you REALLY ready. ‘Cause whooooohooo, baby. I am ready. You no good sack of shit, I am going to KICK. YOUR. ASS.
Larry: Fine. You can have the last slice of pizza.
Stan: Really? Thanks. I skipped lunch and–
Larry: Fuck off.
Stan: Fair enough.