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[doggonemad]

Mine are menaces. All of 'em.

[throughbamboo]

S'a lot of menaces.

[doggonemad]

I know. Fuck me, right?

[throughbamboo]

Dunno. They the bad kind?

[doggonemad]

Eh, mostly not.

[throughbamboo]

Mmm. Don't think ya'd deal with 'em if ya couldn't handle a couple'a menaces.

[doggonemad]

Menace is on a slidin' scale. If they're a menace to the point where I can't work with 'em — they don't respect me or they intimidate the other talent or they engage in behaviors an' I can't get 'em to knock it off for whatever reason — then I drop 'em, simple as that.

[throughbamboo]

[he nods a bit]

S'what I figure. Ya ain't a pushover.

[doggonemad]

Damn right I ain't. I know what I want.

[throughbamboo]

I did get that impression, heh.

[doggonemad]

For work, anyway. Heh . . .

[ takes his drink, looking down at it. ]

[throughbamboo]

It ain't like that outside of work?

[doggonemad]

My shit's always complicated. That's the way it is.

[throughbamboo]

N' that means ya don't know what ya want?

[doggonemad]

Kinda?

[throughbamboo]

Kinda?

[doggonemad]

Look, I dunno, man.

[throughbamboo]

. . . somethin' ya don't think 'bout much, then?

[doggonemad]

Yeah, somethin' like that.

[throughbamboo]

[he hums a bit in understanding, taking a drink]

Think I get it.

[doggonemad]

Do ya?

[throughbamboo]

We got a lot in common.

[doggonemad]

Heh. Never woulda thought.

[throughbamboo]

Yeah? Why's that?

[doggonemad]

Dunno. I mean, we're pretty different in a lotta ways.