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>We couldn't do this shit in a bar again? And didn't I sign that fuckin contract?
"Yes but we found some...discrepancies we need sorted out."
>Ohhhhhh well I had a similar deal with the fuckin jews at the IRS once. They started gangstalking me so I found my handler sleeping out back behind a Taco Bell. Kicked his glowie teeth in then they pissed off. Fun times.
Kasumi pulls out a flask and starts pouring it into her coffee.
"Right. Anyway you were born in Boston correct?
>Sure was! Half nip, half mick. Thought you wrote this shit down?
"Born on February 2nd, 2000?
Kasumi sighs.
>Yesss...get to the spicy shit already.
"You said you had...some sort of psychatic issues?
>Oh yeah I tend to just say stupid shit after a few drinks. When I was a lil cunt doc said I got the BPD. Or was it IED? Too many letter diseases modern medicine is a fuckin scam bro could you believe they said I'm a goddamned schizo government faggots think th-
"Yes yes yes. You're at least...getting treatment right?"
>Bahahahahaha sure am!
Kasumi gulps down her coffe.
>Ahhhhhhhhh that's better!
Sigh. "Well we can't verify this wrestling school you trained at. Or that you wrestled at all. So we may have to see you in the ring. Another issue here, you have a few criminal charges, but nothing serious. I'd like to ask if that's alright?"
>Yeah yeah fuck it, shoot ya simp.
"Okay, two charges of public intoxication, one in Seattle and one in Omaha?"
>Fuck that doesn't narrow it down retard. Yeah I might've did that shit though.
"Super. Criminal trespassing?"
>Uh...what state was that?
"...Dallas, Texas."
>OH! That one cunt of a NSA agent kept trying to follow me in my shitheap of a car so I broke into her car and tried to leave a buncha roadkill in it. Funnily enough I never saw her in Dallas again so it musta worked!
"Fascinating. Anywa-"
Kasumi stands up and slams her hands on the table.
>No this fuckin SUCKS. I'ma go paint racial slurs on a government building.
Kasumi storms off.
