Hey, fuck you, Farrah Fawcett! [he barks. Dixon’s probably going to wipe out on Phos’ name when sober, so it’s a minor miracle that while drunk he doesn’t just call Phos something much worse that starts with a ‘ph’ sound.
He takes a final drag off his dying cigarette and then, looking Phos directly in the eye, stubs it out with his hand against the Tin-Man statue’s shoulder.]
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He takes a final drag off his dying cigarette and then, looking Phos directly in the eye, stubs it out with his hand against the Tin-Man statue’s shoulder.]