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... all your decision Pablo... = (echo in Pablo's brain.)

The wife: "Take it honey! Take the money!"

The brother: "Yeah take the money Pablo! Take the money! And maybe afterwards, you can go home and take it up the a-BLEEP!!!-

The host: "Language!!!"

The mom: "Be quiet Joey! Must you ruin everything!?"

The brother again: "Seriously pende-BLEEP!!!- Are you gonna let these women tell you your business!!! Who's wearing the pants here! You or them!?"

The host again: "Language Joey!!! I swear to god, I will have security drag you out of here so fast!!!"

"Sorry, sorry." Joey said looking down.

"Pende-BLEEP!!!-'s a curse, right?" Howie asked, looking to Pablo. Pablo nodded.

"Aw durnit, now I said it," Howie muttered with a chuckle. "Well anyway, your brother is an excitable fellow, Pablo... I don't envy you that... but he IS right about ONE thing. This decision is all on you so what's it gonna be Pablo... deal?... or-"

"NNNOOOO DEAAAAAALLL!!!" Shrieked Pablo, a long bead of saliva hanging between his lips, and large vains clearly visible on his neck and bald head. And he slammed the little glass box thing shut over the deal button.

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