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"No no no no no, it was a lot of things but that was for sure not music. Many man have sold their souls to me to play 'music', I friggen invented music for Christ sake. That was NOT music. Holy shit, do you have any Tylenol. My friggin head is killing me. Do u just bang on shit in your free time. Good lord, no wonder your son summoned me," he said holding his head with both hands and walking to the bathroom. I heard the medicine cabinet open. He walks out with a handful of pills and downs them with the rest of my brandy.
"But you shouldn't mix Percocet and xanex with
"Don't be a dumbass, I do this all the time. I'm the friggin devil bro." He points in my face when he says the last part. It feels incredibly condescending.
"Anyway, back to what I was saying, this is some of the worst fucking 'music' I have ever heard. And you will pay for bringing it upon my ears. Your punishment will beeee oneeee thousannnnnnddddd yearrrsssshhhh innnn
"Dillon," I yell, "did you switch my Percocet for cyanide again?" Dillon pokes his head around the corner and flips me off. "You're so grounded you ungrateful little punk!" I roll the devil up in my living room rug. "This new rug I'm going to have to buy is coming out of your allowance too!"
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