About a week passed after David's monologue was released, the General decided to pay a visit. Mike was the poor soul that answered the door. "Hello, Michael, I need to speak with David", said the gruff bass voice.
Mike sighed. "SHIT", he said with feeling under his breath. "Oh, David!" he shouted
"What, Mikey?" David shouted from the kitchen.
"It's for you."
"Do I want to know?"
"Doubt it!"
David walked into the living room shaking his head. "Who is it?"
Mike laughed, but not happily. "Take a guess."
"I don't have the patience for this today", David said as he approached the door. The person he saw came to him as no surprise. "Can I help you, General?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, you can, David. May I come in?"
"Let him in, Mikey." Mike stepped aside and let the man in. David showed him into the living room and took a seat. "Now, what seems to be the problem, General."
"This." He dropped a disk on the coffee table. "You do realize that this is slander."
"How is it slander, General. It's my opinion. Not necessarily how everyone feels about you."
"How can you sit here and say that to me in my face?"
"General, you came to my home and accused me of slander. I state in the monologue that I personally feel that you're an idiot. What I didn't mention in there is that most of this household agrees with me, if not everyone old enough to have an opinion. I mean, it's bad when my eight year old son thinks you're a retard. And that by the way is his word, not mine. Now, unless you have something useful to say to me, I suggest you get the FUCK out of my sight or I have no problem throwing you out myself."
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