TC 163-5 sketch (Patreon)

R: w-we’re friends of Ky. We came to –

G stands, slamming glass down.

G: and what has my son been sayin’ about me, hm?

R: what – nothing, we just came to get something –

G: the bastard ran off, leavin’ me here to fend for myself. Took all the money – took her – always following us, ruining our lives just like his grandfather –