Hey, Mickey. Is the drumstick–
“IT’S MY DONG!”
–your dong? Goddammit, Mickey: stop being weird.
“I’m happy!”
Well, that’s good. Tour is going well?
“I’m working twenty minutes a night and getting these enormous checks.”
That’s a “yes,” I take it.
“Hell, yeah. Rhythm Devils are back, baby. Know what me and Billy did the other night?”
Murdered someone?
“Not last night, the other night.”
No.
“We double-teamed a fox!”
Ew.
“Like the old days, man. We gave her a Holland Tunnel.”
…
“Gave her a Holland Tunnel.”
…
“Gave–
What’s a Holland Tunnel, Mickey?
“One side’s a lot smellier.”
We’re done.
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Now that wrench has to hold some type of record? It ain’t fitting in a toolbox.
“…and I’ve been wearing these gloves since the Holland Tunnel action! They’re now my Holland Tunnel Gloves! Here, take a whiff….”