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Making a Fist Are you prejudiced or something? Why don't you want to be my friend? Don't I deserve a little more attention? You know I'm sick. I have nowhere to go. I'll be here all day. I'll be here all week. Come on to my room and we will shoot the shit. You want to know how I grew up? I'll tell you anyway. Don't walk away. Don't excuse yourself. Hey, stupid! I'm talking to you. I'm going to sue your ass. I'm going to blow you up once I get out of here. I know where you work. I'm tired of being told that I can't take care of myself. My family, my doctor, the courts, and now you're also questioning my ability. The three hundred pound man makes a fist