The Best There Is

Wolverine: I heard that your best friend keeps harpin' on about bad luck and that sort of crap with her doin' these rituals to ward it off. What's up with that?

Margo: Well, there's a lot more to it than that. You see... Lynn doesn't let me take a number two until we go to number one. That's why I had a hard time with her sometimes. I mean, she's my best friend and all, but, she needs to give me a break sometimes.

Wolverine: Bullshit. So she won't let you take a shit because she's insecure about her meaningless drive to score a fuckin' point? It's sports, where's the meaning in that? I'll tell ya; Nuthin'. Sports is but a life of self-aggrandizin' and swingin' around your fragile ego, over somethin' as stupid as a game, thinkin' yer king of the fuckin' world all of a sudden when you're not. I've had two decades of hell and constant bloodshed followin' my trail all my days. People fuckin' die around me, bub. Whether it's me or something else entirely. That is bad luck. She's confusin' a temper tantrum with bad luck. I know this is comin' from your best friend's doppelganger, but you need to grow some pairs n' tell her no. If she can't take no, fuck her. Who gives a shit how she reacts. Just tell her you have to go. It's simple.

Margo: I... guess. It's kinda weird that I get told this by Lynn of all people. Even if it's a different Lynn from the one I know.

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