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"So exactly how long are we supposed to sit here and wait for this shitbird to come on out of his hidey-hole?"
“Oh, I don’t even wanna hear it from you, asshole.”
“The fuck did I do?”
“It was you runnin’ your mouth that got us on this bullshit stakeout in the first place!  You just can’t resist fuckin’ with the chain of command, can you? Gotta be the cowboy.  Fuckin’ big-mouth dickhead.”
“Look, you know I was right about that prick crooked councilman! He’s as guilty as— okay, door just opened. There’s our guy. He’s on the move.”
“All right. Now. How do we get out of this thing?”
“Hell if I know— how did we even get into it?

"So exactly how long are we supposed to sit here and wait for this shitbird to come on out of his hidey-hole?"
“Oh, I don’t even wanna hear it from you, asshole.”
“The fuck did I do?”
“It was you runnin’ your mouth that got us on this bullshit stakeout in the first place! You just can’t resist fuckin’ with the chain of command, can you? Gotta be the cowboy. Fuckin’ big-mouth dickhead.”
“Look, you know I was right about that prick crooked councilman! He’s as guilty as— okay, door just opened. There’s our guy. He’s on the move.”
“All right. Now. How do we get out of this thing?”
“Hell if I know— how did we even get into it?