"Second time you told me that, honey." He said to her in an upward inflection, resembling that of valley girls and effeminate men. "And ah'm tellin' ya, there ain't gonna be no patent, awwright?"<br/><br/>He then stood himself up and downed his whiskey, then walked to the sofa and took a seat. He then told Lexi, in his everyday accent, "Go get a fuckin' comb, ya' little bitch. Yo' hair looks like shit."<br/><br/>"And yeah," he started talking, as he turned on the television and started watching. Just as he used the remote control to turn on the television, he also used it to switch the channel to ESPN. A baseball game was the ongoing broadcast, and a pitcher was about to take his shot. "'Ya see tha' assholes on dat warehouse? They're around fifty in there, and twenty of them are patrolling the fuck outta their fuckin' perimeter. And when I say 'perimeter' here, I'm being vague as shit. They ain't got no fences 'round their fuckin' hugbox. But shit, they did put up their edgy colors up in there." During the whole time that he was talking, he alternately focused on the game and on Lexi. This was despite his suggestion that he fix her hair.<br/><br/>He then went back to the bar of the penthouse to grab his bottle of whiskey, along with the iced glass. He then poured himself more liquor and sipped on the glass. He kept the whiskey bottle and the ice bucket beside him while watching the baseball game, just in case he felt thirsty. He then leaned his back on the sofa, and relaxed and focused on the game on the television.