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[be_on_your]

stupid fucking- he had no right to complain about that haircut, no right, it was fine, who cares if I cut him a little? It's his own fault for wanting his hair cut like that assclown Corrida, I should've taken his whole scalp off while I was at it. Bastard.

Whatever. Not like it matters, right? Only one thing that matters here anymore- well, two

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[if_she_hollers]

Like Matt like Matt like Matt like Matt like Matt

Guess what.

Guess guess guess like guess.

[builtdynetough]

You think Mayfield would allow such a blemish as a ruined building to remain on its streets? Do you really believe this?!

[if_she_hollers]

[Mimi is surprisingly nonplussed by the talking house. Prolly cause she's totally outta her gourd.]

Oh, house! Eat Matty and I'll totally live in you and polish you and scrub you and love you every single day til my knuckles bleed and my hands rot and we all fall down falling falling down fall with me Matty fall!

[The other knife sails towards Matt; Mimi leaps forward now as well with only the shards of glass in her left hand. She is smiling beauteously.]

[be_on_your]

Goddamn you've lost it!

[Matt grabs Mimi's wrist and shoves her away, backing up against the wall.]

How's getting burned down every day for the rest of your life sound!? I can take a little brainwashing. Don't think I won't do it. Don't.

[builtdynetough]

Let's compromise!

[A door slams shut between Mimi and Matt. At the same time, every door in both of the rooms they occupy slams shut, sealing all exits.

There is the sound of several locks clicking.]

[be_on_your]

[Matt drops the knife, slipping to the bottom of the wall. He exhales.]

...Fine. That'll work. Just keep her out of here until she leaves.

[builtdynetough]

Actually, I haven't quite decided what to do with her yet.

[if_she_hollers]

Alas, poor Matty. He knew me well. A fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. We have borne the two backs but the once, but now how abhorred it is.

[Bang]

How despised.

[Smash]

How hated.

[Kerpow!]

Now what do we do with a kid who asks for more? Give it to him, of course. I'll give you what you deserve, Matty. And so and much more. You think this'll stop me? You really think so? I. *bang* Won't. *bang* Ever. *bang* Stop. *bang*

[be_on_your]

It's called Prozac, bitch.

[Matt settles back into his chair, nursing a bottle of cognac. Under his breath:]

And don't call me Matty.

[builtdynetough]

As long as I've got your attention, ma'am, how do you feel about kitchen repair?

[if_she_hollers]

[A sudden pause.]

Like, totally sweet! I'm a girl so kitchens are so my thing. Lots of knives in kitchens, right?

[builtdynetough]

Plenty of them! That's why you'll need to be extra careful.

[One of the doors unlocks.]