Duse B: I am out here.
Duse: Ah, shit.
Duse b: What's da plan.
Duse: To get our dues.
Duse b: Well, yeah...
Duse: Well, shit, L's in there somewhere. I don't know.
Duse b: What? How'd he find us?
Duse: Bitch, he's L, how does he do half the shit he does?
Duse b: Shit.... you got a deathnote?
Duse: I got two.
(Duse holds up fists.)
Duse b
Duse
Duse b
Duse
Duse b: We'll talk about that later Suzan Lori Parks, let's go.
Duse: Hey!
Duse b: Come'on.
Duse: This is gonna be tricky, have you ever seen L?
Duse b: I'm pretty sure I saw him on the Tyra Banks show once?
Duse
Duse b
Duse: Bitch, no.
Duse b: Oh Shit. Then no.
Duse: Then I guess we're gonna have to do ass-kickin' on sight! No prisoners.
Duse b: And then we get our dues?
Duse: (looks up) ...Some dues cant be paid in cash, L.
Duse b:
(A grenade explodes at their feet. They jump from the smoke down to the street screaming what eye witnesses could only describe as sounding like "Duuuuuuuuuuuueeeeeeeees!")
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