You would have a couple of close calls without my sorry ass to keep you outta trouble, huh?
[Hank almost asks about how many close calls there have been — and what the hell does Connor mean about people not dying here? — but his stomach growls so loud that he can’t hear himself think for a second.]
Yeah, yeah. Lead the way.
[Leaning closer to Connor again, whispering in his ear conspiratorially as if anyone is listening, or cares:]
Take me to the good shit. Not these fuckin’...
[A glance toward the abandoned, crushed muffin on the ground.]
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You would have a couple of close calls without my sorry ass to keep you outta trouble, huh?
[Hank almost asks about how many close calls there have been — and what the hell does Connor mean about people not dying here? — but his stomach growls so loud that he can’t hear himself think for a second.]
Yeah, yeah. Lead the way.
[Leaning closer to Connor again, whispering in his ear conspiratorially as if anyone is listening, or cares:]
Take me to the good shit. Not these fuckin’...
[A glance toward the abandoned, crushed muffin on the ground.]
Not more muffins, Connor.