|
A Nike shoe salesman is knocking at Marcus' door. This could be intriguing!
|
|
|
|
 | |  |
| Hmm.. shoes. I don't think I need any shoes right now.. but.. | |
 | |  |
|
 |
| | |
| Hey man.. I work for Nike! Shoes, dude? *glug glug* | |
| | |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
| | |
| Uhm.. what are you trying to sell me? Footwear, or liquor? You need to straighten yourself out, man! | |
| | |
|
|
| | |
| *glug* Holy s**t, *glug* that hit the spot! So bro.. you want any stuff? Sneakers.. *glug* F***ing s**t, this s**t is clutch! *glug* Ahh.. man.. that is good.. | |
| | |
|
|
|
|
S**t indeed, my friend! S**t indeed!
|
|
|
|
| | |
| Come back when you're sober, and then we can talk. | |
| | |
|
 |
| | |
| S**t, dude.. hold on! *glug* Ahh.. f**k.. that's sweet.. DUDE! I don't really work for Nike! I came over to party, man! Hahaha.. *glug*.. this s**t f***ing.. casbaw.. s**t.. | |
| | |
|
|
|
