A strip club.
Alpha male in the house.
Amazing.
Anyway, uh.
Are those lips real?
Bitch.
Bitch.
But I've seen enough tits for one day.
Can we do something else?
Can we do something else?
Can we talk?
Chrome and Bellick in the house.
Come on, baby.
Come on, baby.
Come on, man.
Come on, please.
Daddy's here.
Damn.
Damn.
Decade.
Dick.
Did you just shoot me?
Don't be a dick.
Don't be an ass.
Excellent.
Fuck everyone.
Fuck everyone.
Fuck it.
Fuck no.
Fuck those bitches.
Fuck you, idiot.
Fuck you.
Fuck you.
Fuck your mother.
Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Fucking chill, man. Fuck.
Get us a car.
Get us a vehicle.
Give me a hand.
Good sex.
Good.
Have sex, good sex?
Have you been taking drugs, cousin?
Hello.
Hey.
Hold up, man.
Huh.
Hurry up.
I am interested in your mind, not your fake breasts, baby.
I can feel the puck.
I don't believe this.
I don't know what kind of freaks made this game, but I love them all.
I love this country.
I love this game.
I need to hand the man.
I think I've had enough of this bullshit as well.
I'm losing the will to live here.
I'm seeing six of you.
I'm sorry.
I'm trying not to piss myself.
I've got nothing better to do.
I've had enough of this.
Jesus.
Jesus. Damn.
Ladies, Daddy's here.
Let me talk for a second.
Let's meet some women our mothers would not be proud of.
Let's see if I've still got it.
Look out, I'm really wasted.
Loser.
Loser.
Man, stop that. I'm going to puke.
Maniac.
Nico.
Nico.
No, I'm really spinning.
No, now I'm just getting into it.
No, thank you.
No.
No.
Not again.
Not cool.
Now I know you're not gay.
Now I think we both know that's a big fucking mistake.
Now we need transport.
Ohh man I'm spinning.
Ohh man, fuck this shit.
Ohh man, fuck this shit.
Ohh man.
Ohh no. My heart bleeds.
Ohh well we both always knew you sucked.
Ohh what kind of idiots would make a game like this?
Ohh, I ain't doing so good.
Ohh, I can't believe this shit.
Ohh, that's a tragedy.
Ohh.
Ohh.
Ohh.
Ohh.
Ohh.
Ohh. Is that an earthquake?
Ohk OK.
OK man, I think I've had enough of this bullshit as well.
OK man.
OK, bitch, time to get schooled.
OK, this is getting annoying.
Real collagen.
Roman Bellic.
Samuel.
Screw you.
Shit.
Sit down, loser.
Stay out of trouble.
Stop being some Balkan maniac. Grow up.
Stop doing that.
Strip club.
Sure.
Sure.
Thank you kindly.
Thank you, cousin.
Thank you.
That's all.
That's got to hurt.
The Earth is moving.
The Roman Bellic.
There you go.
They're superstar.
This game is fucking boring.
This game is purely about luck.
This game sucks.
This game was made by sick weirdos and shit.
This is fun.
This is kind of boring me to death.
This is rubbish.
This is some really dull shit.
This is the life.
Time for some classy American entertainment.
Time for some magic.
Toss salad.
Up steps to big man the superstar Roman Bellic.
Wait.
Wake me up when you're done.
We need a car or something.
We need something to drive genius.
We need the vehicle.
We're gonna need a vehicle.
What are you doing?
What happened?
What is going on now?
What is this?
What is wrong with this game?
What now?
What the fuck are you doing, man?
What the fuck is going on?
What the fuck is wrong with you?
What the fuck?
What the hell is this?
What the hell?
What's your problem?
Whatever. You suck balls.
Who wants a reading of poetry?
Who wants to gyrate on my lap?
Who's the man?
Who's the man?
Whoops.
Why didn't you say?
Why does this happen to me?
Yeah, baby.
Yes, ladies, I am a VIP.
Yes, please.
Yes.
You always were an idiot.
You always work good handling big balls.
You Dick.
You didn't mean that.
You feeling lonely?
You know what they make you do in prison in this country?
You loser.
You lost bitch.
You lost.
You really think you stand a chance?
You shot me, you asshole.
You suck at that lunatic.
You think you can beat me at video games?
You think you're ready for me?
You want women, huh?
You're a diculous.
You're a loser.
You're drunk.
You're fucking your life, a friend.
You're kidding me.
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