[ Mr. Scratch gives a dramatic sigh. A wave of a hand to either dismiss what Alan has said or to wave an annoying fly away. Perhaps he sees Alan the same way. ]
{ You're probably trying to sound heroic. Chest pushed out. Confident. No one really buys you're that way. Hell, YOU don't believe it. I know. I'm you, after all. I'm not sure what Jesse sees in you. Then again, you don't either.
Fine by me. I'll make sure she sees the best of us, because I'M the best. I got everything you don't. But, we both know that. }
[ Mr. Scratch sighs. He stands, reaches over for his black suit jacket. He tugs it on, gently pulling the sleeves down. He runs a hand through his hair and starts making his way to the door. ]
{ Well, I've got places to be. Parties. Deals to make. Maybe I'll find my way to Jesse while you're running loops. }
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{ You're probably trying to sound heroic. Chest pushed out. Confident. No one really buys you're that way. Hell, YOU don't believe it. I know. I'm you, after all. I'm not sure what Jesse sees in you. Then again, you don't either.
Fine by me. I'll make sure she sees the best of us, because I'M the best. I got everything you don't. But, we both know that. }
[ Mr. Scratch sighs. He stands, reaches over for his black suit jacket. He tugs it on, gently pulling the sleeves down. He runs a hand through his hair and starts making his way to the door. ]
{ Well, I've got places to be. Parties. Deals to make. Maybe I'll find my way to Jesse while you're running loops. }
[ And then, the video cuts on the television. ]