[He flies back against the wall and his face twists with outrage and disbelief.] God damn it! Get your fucking hands off me, you ungrateful bitch! [He struggles free, ripping his shirt in the process.] You know what, lady, you just won the prize of dealing with him yourself. He is NOT my responsibility, I'm a captive here, I am NOT being paid and I sure as fuck wouldn't take this shit even if I was. You clean up his puke and drag him to Zero, I am OUT.
[Hoffman's plea brings him up short, and he rolls his eyes in absolute exasperation and mops his face with a scrape-knuckled hand.]
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Date: 2012-08-20 05:33 am (UTC)From:[Hoffman's plea brings him up short, and he rolls his eyes in absolute exasperation and mops his face with a scrape-knuckled hand.]
Jesus fucking Christ I don't need this.