Conversation · Titus Hardie

"She did not say it was fuck-a-doodle-fine."

"I can confirm that."

I see what you're doing there. Let's push him.

"No fuck-a-doodle-fine? Oh, okay." He's too angry to find solace in his beer. "Well at least that's off the table then."

"Actually, I think it made her a little nostalgic."

"If anything, she seemed turned on by the whole doorgunning thing."

"Yeah it was bad. Honestly, I expected it to have more effect..."

"No shit it was bad! The fuck did she say then? It's all fuck-a-doodle-fine? This is what people are supposed to talk like?!"

"Gold? It was just locker room talk. It's not evidence."

"Locker room talk? What are you, fucking brain-dead?! I've been to plenty of locker rooms -- they don't plan rapes there!"

Sounds like he wanted it to change her mind about the hanged man. This is definitely personal.

"What did she have to say then? Fine by her?! This is what people are supposed to be like? Fucking whoopty doo!"

"It was dark stuff, but it didn't prove anything. And it didn't change her mind."

"Dark?! Dark is when you start a goddamn death-rock band! He said he'd rape her!" He shakes his head in disbelief.

"I'll get back to you on that one."

"The fuck do you mean you'll get back to me?!" he roars. "NO! Tell me she said she was raped!"

He completely blew his fuse there. The calm act is completely gone.

"I said I'll get back to you." [Leave.]

"She didn't say that."