I'd backhand him while laughing at his stupid looking five dollar haircut and what looks like a dikk tattooed on his chest 'til he gets so mad he goes off like this:
Tell him to fall back, make sure he knows idgaf how big he is (straight wolf tickets) and threaten him that i got the heater and will spray the club up if he wants to go.
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