Wrong, wrong, wrong! That’s wrong. You can’t smoke in here, sir. I’ll show you the exit. And you need to be 25 feet from the exit if you want to smoke. You need to be off the clock if you want to wait in here. Excuse me, are you leaving? No phones, excuse me no phone, please. Sir? Sir, what’s that in your bag? Sir? Yes, Jimothy? Will you keep an eye on Mr. Babcock while I phone the police? Yes Mr. Detective Boot, I do intend to press charges. What charges? Well, let’s think for a second. Grand larceny is the first one, but I feel like trespassing and resisting arrest - yes he also spat on me, so add battery to the mix. This man is certainly dangerous, and I anxiously await your arrival so we can put this troublemaker in jail together. And this is rather off-topic, but I can suspect other crimes this individual is guilty of. Yes, I’ll hold.

Canceled!!! I canceled your punk ass! Returned, Erased, Held Accountable!! Better luck next lifetime! We’re not having any problematic problems like the likes of you stain our very noble and cultured Black Feminist Lives Matter Sexual Assault Mutual Aid rock n roll kegger at Gabe’s Lift Mill Mews Blossom in Iowa City, ask a punk, where no one gets hurt, and no one’s feelings get spiked. The bartender has a PhD in bein’ swell and if you don’t believe me, ask Mr. Max Wellman, who certainly hates you as much as I do. I’m better than you! I’m better than you I get more pussy than you, and you’re the one wearing women’s clothes. Consensual pussy that is, and I can prove it. I’m gonna blow off your show for 80/35 and cry like a bitch on Snapchat and continue the witch hunt against your friends. Don’t bother bringing that white trash around here, we’ll curb stomp your ass into submission with our smoking hot token transgender pussy.