Marcos:
[hearing a noise behind him, Joe raises his rifle]
Hey, boss! It's me! It's me.
Joe Dixon:
[lowering his weapon]
Come on outta there, boy. Good Lord, son. It's Purge Night. You don't sneak up on Black people. Good night, blue cheese. Where the hell you going? And why you carrying a chair?
Marcos:
I like sitting.
Joe Dixon:
Yeah, well, you ain't gonna be staying. Look, you know I appreciate you coming out here to watch my back, but I'm-I'm good.
Marcos:
No. I'll stay. Nothing else to do.
Joe Dixon:
Look, please don't be a pain in the ass. I want you to go home and be safe. I don't want you out here on Purge Night, son. I got this!
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