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Michael: What a nice place.

Trevor: Yeah, it's easy to joke about it, huh? It is cheap and easy. But, here, this? This is my house, and I paid for it with my money.

Michael: Okay, relax, it was just a sarcastic joke.

Trevor: Yeah, well, save them, OK? The world needs no more sarcasm. It is the ruin of this era.

Michael: OK, I understand.

Trevor: You? You did not understand. You are an asshole like everyone else. You made some money and you became shit.

Michael: For your information, I've always been shit.

Trevor: No! You weren't fucking. Before you were something, but now, yes, now you are like this place, you are an empty shell.

Michael: But fuck you. What would you be, a pure, morally justifiable asshole? How? Just because ... Just because you're a crazy psychopath, are you okay?

Trevor: I'm honest, OK? You are the hypocrite.

Michael: Ah, sure, you're a fucking hero. Above all and everyone.

Trevor: Oh, well, not so far above that it doesn't split in two to see what the fuck you have now in place of the heart.

Michael: So open me in two, baby, let's see what's there, because I'm ready.

The umpteenth fight between the two is interrupted by Steve and Dave who will arrive inside the laboratory.

Steve Haines: Hey there? Hey, ladies, ladies, what's going on?

Trevor: Fuck you!

Dave Norton: Listen. I'm sorry, but we have a problem. Funded by the government. You have to ... investigate an out-of-town research lab.

Steve Haines: It's about terrorism. The badass guy. Nerve gas. Biological weapons.

Trevor: Thank goodness I don't pay taxes.

Dave Norton: Now listen to me. You need standard equipment. A boat, a transport helicopter, a truck, weapons. All this you will have to get it yourself. Only the helicopter will cost a couple of million.

Michael: That's not a problem. Our friend trevor has just made a bang.

Trevor: Is it a joke?

Michael: Yeah, that's right, it's a joke! Asshole! Until a few weeks ago, I was retired and I was enjoying my swimming pool complaining about life, when out of nowhere that madman of my best friend came out to torture me for mistakes, honest mistakes, which I made more than ten years ago! Then our group is completely broke, but hey, fuck, why not throw two million dollars on a fucking helicopter, so we can steal nerve gas from fucking terrorists! Sorry, ignorant of shit that you are nothing else, but here I have only a little sarcasm! That's a room full of assholes like you!

Trevor: Yes! Welcome back, my friend! The Michael of yesteryear!

Steve Haines: Yes, yes, yes, well, we have to hurry. It was beautiful, but Dave has a pilates lesson. And remember, young ladies. We have nothing to do with this story. Bye Bye.