Ed: What happened to your hand, man?

Pete: I got mugged on the way home.

Ed: By who?

Pete: I dunno by some crackheads or something, one of them bit me.

Ed: Why’d they bite you?

Pete: I don’t know, I didn’t stop to ask them! Now, I have a splitting headache, and your stupid hip-hop isn’t helping. And the front door is open...AGAIN!

Ed: It’s not hip-hop, it’s electro. Prick...next time I see him, he’s dead.

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