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[ QUOTE ] I would just play mind games with him and chat it up. No reason for anyone to be afraid he can pick up some crazy read of you or w/e [/ QUOTE ] going into my semi-spastic, over-caffeinated tacos-routine might do the trick. "Hey Daniel, I like tacos. Do you like tacos? I mean without all the extra sour-cream they sometimes gunk on there. You and me and this dealer who I kind of like should all go out and get tacos during the break. That would be fun. Because, as I mentioned, I like tacos. but only if the diced-tomatoes are fresh. Do you say to-may-toes or to-mah-toes? Wasn't there a song about that?" [/ QUOTE ] Nah, just start talking about eating meat. Blood rare steaks, chicken, bacon, about how rabbit tastes like chicken. About how bad a rabbit smells when you gut him. That should put him on monkey tilt. |
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