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“Dude, that trial was fucking weak.”
“Petrovsky is such a bitch,” Olivia shook her head.
Munch pushed up his glasses. “Hey Elliot, you ever get that anal probe thing worked out?”
“Fuck you, fucking Jew! Why don’t you go play with your faggy little top!”
“It’s a dreidel you fat fuck!”
A midget in a bikini ran up the steps toward the group with a microphone. “This just in: ADA Casey Novak has lost her fourth consecutive case. Ms. Novak, how does it feel to be such a failure?”
“No comment.” She zipped her neon orange, fur-rimmed parka up to her nose and mumbled something as she threw her leg over her mountain bike.
“Seriously, I can never understand a word she says,” Elliot said.
Olivia shrugged as Casey pedaled into the street. Just then a caravan of black SUVs roared past, bouncing as they rolled over Casey and her beloved bike, one after another.
“Oh my god, you killed Casey!”
“You ba-“
The black SUV skidded to a halt in front of them its door swinging open.
“I’m back!” Alex beamed.
Olivia vomited.
“Sweeeeet!” Elliot exclaimed.
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