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did I fail him?
You fucking pretentious cunt deer,
S‐Sup, shitass.
We'll just wait here for a little bit.
Why do you want to go to L. A.?
It's a big state. I'm sure there's some hunting.
Have some backstrap by tonight.
Probably get some kind of face tumor from it.
Whoa, fuck. Chunk.
Daniel couldn't even grow a mustache.
We're gonna do some hunting.
Did you clean your rifle? Ugh. Yep.
I just always believed tend to my own garden.
(grunts) God dang, that's in there good.
You hear that, Chunk?! Fuck you! You pussy deer!
‐What? ‐What is that? My war paint.
Oh, yeah, it's one of those expensive ones, man.
‐What's a face tumor? ‐You know,
Want me to shoot them? No.
So fucking hungry!
for a five‐mile radius.
So, back to you leaving.
Okay, first off, you're not supposed to be using
Daniel. Shitass.
You know, and I... I‐I thought it was Tall Man.