The Crackstar meth rants:
"Let's just wait that timer out before I continue on, okay? Okay, great. That's great. All of all y'all are the best around in here, you know that? The BEST. Even that one guy who told me not to make any more Rubini threads–hey, fuck you pal, do you fucking know who I fucking am?
Well, now you do–kisses, Sugar. 5:5. Take two raspberries, and call me in the morning after crying into your pillow all night, it's all going to be fine. It's going to be fine for everyone. (Say hi to your mom for me.)"
"Now, don't get too excited, Commander. I'm still not going to let you suck my dick. Not even a little bit. Not even a taste.
And do you know why? Yeah, you know why. Look, look, read, read: don't worry about it, it's all good, it's on my skin, I can take my answer off the air. You're welcome.
But I'm telling you man… five grand would have been cheaper. A lot cheaper. Just how niggardly are you? I love you man, but… wow! What a maroon. Try not to get yourself killed again, would you? "