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(Monday night / Tuesday morning, INT: hallway outside ChA's apartment)

ChA: The fuck are you talking about?
JH: You needed a job, I got you a job. You're a cook at the Capsaicin Lounge.
ChA: Halliganiv, I don't know how to cook, I can't learn to cook in six hours, and I'm not going anywhere with you. I'm going back to bed.
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JH: That's funny, I didn't think they let chickens become police officers.
ChA: That's not going to work on me.
JH: Buck-buck-buck b-KAWK!
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[door slams]
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[silence]