[one_half][/one_half][one_half_last]Jesse (narrating): Just so we’re clear, I was only going to tell whatever poor sod BJ picked out that it wasn’t going to happen.
Jesse: Looks like this is it. Gotta love the smell o’ stale urine in the evening…
Jesse: All right…Which one of you sad bastards got set up with Nerima’s answer to pro wrestling?
Adam: Well hey there! Where’s your big sister, kiddo?
Jesse: Cute, gramps. You should save that one for yer next class of ’45 reunion.
Jesse (narrating): …aaand that pretty much set the tone for the evening.[/one_half_last]