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"Well shit," replied Jeff, anxiously.
"Yeah, shit," piped in Winston, apologetically, "But hey, at least the car's still here, right?"
"Hey, fuck you, Winnie! That's my fucking car, alright!?" Jeff was not feeling very easy about the whole situation. Winston thought he was overreacting a bit, but he let it go; he knew Jeff was having a bad week.
"Hey, let's just go find Ewan and Jess," pleaded Winston, "We'll fix this whole...situation tomorrow. Seriously, it's going to be fine."
"You know what? I think you should stop talking. I mean forever, man, just never say anything ever again. I'm serious, I don't think I'll be able to keep myself from ripping your arms off if I have to hear another word out of you mouth. Fuck, man, I've probably got a needle and thread in the car, I could do you up right now. Sound good?"
Winston could see that Jeff was clearly upset by the whole affair, so he left to find someone less volitile.
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