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[Masters enters his fancy car
] Jeff Rice
: You still driving that piece of shit?
: Next time, there'll be no fuck-up. Eric 'Rick' Masters
: What next time?
: Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Eric 'Rick' Masters
: Hello Jeff. Jeff Rice
: What are you doing in my crib. Eric 'Rick' Masters
: You sent two assholes to do Cody and they blew it. I paid you half, I want it back. Jeff Rice
: Yeah, well uh... I'm trying to get that money back myself. I had to front the whole purchase to get my people to do their thing. So I ain't got any more. Eric 'Rick' Masters
: Well, then uh... you better try and shit 40 grand, because I ain't leaving without it. Jeff Rice
: I owe you Cody. Next time there be no fuck-up. Eric 'Rick' Masters
: What next time? He's in protective custody. Jeff Rice
: Hell, protective custody don't mean shit to me! The man's dead. Eric 'Rick' Masters
: In a pig's ass!
Eric 'Rick' Masters
: I want my paper, Jeff. I can't afford to have it circulating right now. Jeff Rice
: I told you I don't have it. Eric 'Rick' Masters
: Get it.
: Now look, my man. I told you I don't have what you're lokking for, So why don't you make it easy on yourself...
[draws a knife on Masters
] Jeff Rice
: and just shag your ass out of my crib! Now you be a printer! Go get some ink, ant start printin' some more of that shit!