Let me tell you a few things, Kiddo.

I see ya over there, lookin’ all innocent-like. I was like that once too. But then I started runnin’ with a rough crowd. That’s how I ended up behind bars. Don’t be like me. You’re a nice kid. Go home and kiss yer ma and tell ‘er ya love ‘er. And be good.

And if you do get yourself in a pile of poop, remember one thing. Don't let the time do you.

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