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Win: *smirk emoji*

Jamie: *sends selfie to chat*

Jamie: Just thought you all might want to see what a six-figure man looks like.

Max: Here we go.

Jamie: Bro, you already went… to loser alley when you lost that bet.

Arsen: Congratulations, bro! You ate.

Jamie: Left no crumbs.

Kruger: Let’s see how cocky you feel when you show up to pick up your date and she expects you to sweep her cobwebs with your broom.

Madison: OMG! Ew!

Ryan: You better watch your mouth. That’s some bro-fanity you’re throwing down.

Jamie: Bro. You do me proud.

Ryan: Bros for life.

Kruger: Why else would some oldie toss two hundred G’s at him?

Jess: The money isn’t for him. It goes to Westbrook. Remember?

Max: Yeah, well, he still has to work it off.

Arsen: Who is she anyway?

Win: The mayor of Cougartown.

Prism: *laugh emoji*

Madison: Her name is Mrs. Marsh, and she’s very nice.

Kruger: A jealous woman does better research than the FBI.

Madison: She introduced herself to me, moron.

Kruger: Ah, the mistress introducing herself to the wife. This is getting interesting.

Jess: I am so embarrassed.

Jamie: If I wanted to listen to an asshole talk, I’d fart.

Prism: *wind emoji*

Jamie: Nice sound effect, P.

Jamie: She introduced herself to us right after the auction. She’s a widow. Both she and her late husband went to Westbrook.

Madison: They own like a ton of patents!

Lars: Why do I never understand any of our conversations?

Rush: It’s the rights to a bunch of stuff, bro.

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