12 oz. Mouse2005

[Golden Joe and Peanut Cop deals with a hand problem at the Liquor store]

Golden Joe:
Who's your mother [Whoo]. That's how you break somebody off right there. That sucker sure can run! Did you nail his ass?

Peanut Cop:
No...No one outruns my bullets, man. They're...fast. Ha Ha Ha!

Golden Joe:
I don't know what you're talking about, man, but he done out run your bullets. He outran 'em like yesterday, man.

Peanut Cop:
Like, whew. [shoots] Pow.

Golden Joe:
Damn, dude!

Peanut Cop:
Come on, man. Look at them. They're fast. [shoots more bottles]

Golden Joe:
Man, you sure can squeeze a trigger, man.

Peanut Cop:
Dude, that is a hand. That is a fast hand.

[the severed hand hops on Golden Joe's head]

Golden Joe:
No way, man! Step off, man! Step off!

Peanut Cop:
Stop it.

Golden Joe:
Get off me. Get off, get off, get off.

Peanut Cop:
Stay still, dude.

Golden Joe:
No, shorty!

Peanut Cop:
You're all over the place.

Golden Joe:
YOU'RE GONNA BLOW MY DAMN HEAD OFF!

Peanut Cop:
Okay, no, I know.

Golden Joe:
I ain't got nothing else, man!

Peanut Cop:
So, don't stay still. Move around 'cause... [wheezes] I got this.

Golden Joe:
No, you don't. You straight-up lying.

[Liquor shows up and caught the hand inside of a jar]

Golden Joe:
Thank you, dog. A shot of this petrone right here.