Kremi

Almost looks like a clock.

As I have my screwdriver and I'm kind of in the middle of it in one hand, I'll take a sip.

I'll turn back to Crammy and just say, well, should we toast to never a dull moment?

Yeah, I guess we could.

I'll get up.

We'll clean the glasses and I'll sit back down.

Hey, before you sit down while you're up, you mind passing me the Matter Daddy?

Presume I know what that is.

No, you don't know what that is.

You should just ask what that is.

Oh, what's the matter?

Oh, no.

What's the matter, Davion?

Well, Kremi, I'm so glad you asked.

I was gonna stay stoic and pent up, but, you know, something has occurred to me today.

You know, back in the day, I told you about the King Coles, right?

How Molniah swept in, shoved their fucking guns in my face, asked for more and more money every day, until I couldn't afford to pay it anymore, man.

Protection money, right after I took it over from Pops.

And, well, you know, they drove me out, and they took the spot over, and some sect of them, at least if it's still fucking there, holds up there, right?

Yeah.