Shadow Henderson:
Yo, you know what? She counts my rubbers, man.
Giant:
Nah.
Shadow Henderson:
Yes. The woman was an accountant major in school. Right? So she takes an accurate account of my jimmys. So, now l got to go buy a whole 'nother box so she won't bust me again. One time l rid around the city, man, and l searched for a box of 12 dozen blue Trojans, ribbed, with the receptacle end, lubricated with the garden-fresh scent. Daggone girl knows everything.
Giant:
Why bother?
Shadow Henderson:
Why bother? Well, l like her, number one. Number two - she's a mother in bed. Number three - the rest don't matter.
Giant:
Three good reasons.
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