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Remy: Mr. Smythe? I am from The Union.
Mr. Smythe: Holy fuck! Wait! Okay? Just wait. No worries. Keep it holstered. Everything's okay. I can pay.
Remy: Sorry, that's not my department.
[shoots him]
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Remy: My job is simple. Can't pay for your car, the bank takes it back. Can't pay for your house, the bank takes it back. Can't pay for your liver, well, that's where I come in.
Erin Reese
Extended Reading
