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The brown-haired biker unexpectedly came to the scene to teach Brendan a lesson for just mumbling something to Darius, he could not hear. Damn it, Brendan, you're fired. Did Brendan forget his script? Was his mic broken? Good thing director Michael would teach him how to properly speak to people.

"Yeah, let him have it!", Darius said with a big fat grin. Audible. Not Brendan-style.

Darius remained sitting on the coach, drinking out of the can. He left his popcorn on the couch rest and it was too far away for him to grab it, so he just stared with tension at what was going to happen in the next episode of Michael's magnificant madventure.

Whoo boy. Cochise was Darius' personal television.
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