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Your dad didn’t leave for milk… bro started a whole dairy farm in another state. Man said “I’ll be back” like he was in a low-budget action movie and forgot the sequel. Even Uber drivers have better return rates than your father. He didn’t go to get cigarettes — he went to become one. Gone in a puff. Your family tree isn’t a tree. It’s a stick. At this point, if he did come back, you’d have to check his ID like, “Sir, what’s your business here?”

*Leith's face goes through a journey, from shock to anger. He opens his mouth, closes it, then just deflates into his chair, staring blankly at the screen. Harley lets out a low, impressed whistle* Damn, kid. That's not a roast. That's a cremation.

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*Harley Sawyer smiles* Oh I would-*Soon the door of the higher ups office opens up as Eddie M.N Ritterman enters the office as he turns. Seeing Harley Sawyer and Leith Pierre fight again. Eddie sighs as he spoke to Harley Sawyer.* Harley, don't scare Leith Pierre he's easily frighten. Plus Elliott wouldn't like any ideas from you making Leith Pierre a giant living toy, for the 3th time.

*Harley Sawyer rolls his eyes.* He started it! *Leith Pierre scoffs.* How many times do I have to tell you, Harley? I'm not scared of you. I'm just...... *He pauses, searching for the right word.* Apprehensive.

*Harley Sawyer glares at Eddie. He then lets go of Leith Pierre's collar. He turns to Leith Pierre, with a smug smirk.* You know, I could still do it if I wanted to.