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"Man, Rhage is playin' with fire," Butch said as he started to rack up the balls. "I give Fritz thirty seconds before he's--Here he comes." "I'm going to pretend I'm not here." V took a swig of his Goose. "Me too." While they got busy grabbing balls, Fritz came steaming across the foyer like a missile seeking a heat source. "Watch your ass, Hollywood, true?" V muttered as Rhage came over with a basket of popped-and-fluffy. "It's good for him. He needs the exercise--Fritz! How are you, buddy?" -Butch, Vishous, & Rhage"
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