Hey, Mickey. Whatcha doing?
“I guess you could call this Mickeying, couldn’t you?”
Yeah. You are living your Mickeyest life right now, buddy.
“This room is occupied by nothing but drums, Stealies, mustaches, and cocaine.”
You never have to leave.
“I don’t know about that.”
You’d get claustrophobic?
“No, there’s no one in here to fly into a rage and choke.”
Sure.
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Mic’ing a Stealie is SO fucking advanced.