["That trash," whatever, man. These are nice cigarettes and everything, but what the hell's the point of shelling out so much on one pack of cigarettes? Waste of money, and all in the name of some bullshit idea known as taste.
Son of a bitch. Phil's used to reading tough cases, but this guy's particularly difficult to feel out. Who the fuck thought he qualified as a human being? Phil'd like to have a few words with whoever it was. It's like trying to read stone, or something, only stone doesn't usually talk or fucking stare at you like some kind of creep.
Fucking cops. Fucking Aurors. It's the same with all of 'em, when you get down to it.
And oh, oh, that's nice. Javert's giving some sort of vague approval, or assent, or who the fuck cared whatever it was. Phil knows what the fuck he's doing, and fuck this guy if he thinks he can just stick his nose in and play grand jury.]
If you think that's chaos... [Probably, Javert's seen worse--anyone with a face like that must've seen something--but what the hell ever. He waves a dismissive hand.] I'm just saying the whole world's a mess, so yeah, I'm all for shit they can actually use.
[No need to get into what that is. Or speak much more than he has to, really.] The kids're picking it up all right. Not great, and a lot of 'em don't know how to focus, but they aren't terrible. I mean, I don't wanna go pitch myself in the lake or put a bullet in my brain, so I figure we're doing just fine. [The kids don't know a damn thing about the effects of Muggle drugs, either, but that isn't a point to raise right now.]
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Son of a bitch. Phil's used to reading tough cases, but this guy's particularly difficult to feel out. Who the fuck thought he qualified as a human being? Phil'd like to have a few words with whoever it was. It's like trying to read stone, or something, only stone doesn't usually talk or fucking stare at you like some kind of creep.
Fucking cops. Fucking Aurors. It's the same with all of 'em, when you get down to it.
And oh, oh, that's nice. Javert's giving some sort of vague approval, or assent, or who the fuck cared whatever it was. Phil knows what the fuck he's doing, and fuck this guy if he thinks he can just stick his nose in and play grand jury.]
If you think that's chaos... [Probably, Javert's seen worse--anyone with a face like that must've seen something--but what the hell ever. He waves a dismissive hand.] I'm just saying the whole world's a mess, so yeah, I'm all for shit they can actually use.
[No need to get into what that is. Or speak much more than he has to, really.] The kids're picking it up all right. Not great, and a lot of 'em don't know how to focus, but they aren't terrible. I mean, I don't wanna go pitch myself in the lake or put a bullet in my brain, so I figure we're doing just fine. [The kids don't know a damn thing about the effects of Muggle drugs, either, but that isn't a point to raise right now.]