I am too good to address you hapless bastards directly, so I will talk to myself.
Tropicana: Hey Fly, you did pretty good today, especially with your egregious FTK positions. The bears really do suck goat balls, you have to agree.
Fly: Yeah, I agree fuckernutter. But, I also think that you should shut the fuck up and quit trying to be my friend. If you need a friend, go feed the homeless. The way I see it, I win all the time, while you just sort of roam around the office all the time, dressed in that faggot robe and sandals.
Tropicana: (takes a swing at Fly, but misses)
Fly: Ha, ha. I win again. (throws contents of diamond encrusted chalice on Tropicana’s face)
Tropicana: Fine. Have it your way. Just know this, the next time your picks go bad, don’t come crawling back to me, begging like a little bitch, all worried and shit about your homo stocks.
Fly: I don’t need the likes of you. You are a fucktard, best suited for hospitals, getting your appendix ripped from your torso.
Tropicana: On the contrary, my little insane friend. You are a big mouth show off, who would not last a minute in the S. Bronx, without having to give up the car keys to your bullshit Lexus.
Fly: Fuck off, jelly donut man. I bank coin. I’d rather fuck an aardvark than drive my car into the S. Bronx.
Tropicana: Well, I’ll have you know, I was up 5.55% today, stretching— mind you— my year to date gains to north of 75%.
Fly: Oh, yeah, well, I was up, ummm, 5.55% too.
Fly & Tropicana: Asshole (spoken simultaneously)
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