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Creed: "I don't give a damn about the money, Arthur. What I give a damn about is that you got up and decided to take my product and cut it with this s.h.i.t. It is not acceptable. We make money because our product is the best on the market. One hundred others can make and sell the same products, but if ours is the best, we will reap the benefit. The next time I catch your filthy f.u.c.k.i.n.g meat hooks digging around in our s.h.i.t, I will let Cain here f.u.c.k you right in the a.s.s. Understand?" I let his throat go, dropping his sorry ass to the ground. I kicked him over while he scrambled to the doorway to escape me. "Just because I go both ways doesn't mean I would tap that piece of s.h.i.t, Creed. Watch who you offer my goods to. I'm an expensive b.i.t.c.h." He snarked, falling ov