Mike you still trying to pass of foodstamps as checks?
You get the gas money together. I'll go up north with you to deal with Daryl . . . with Neil you're on your own. I'm scared of that dude . . . I saw him beat some "dude" senseless with his high heel sneaker.
When you arrive, please inform the Guards at the Front Gate of the Clubhouse that you're my guest. They'll escort you to wherever I am.
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