‘Okay, I’ll take this seriously and not fuck around this time.’
‘Really.’
‘Seriously, my hangover is blocking my creativity.’
‘You drink the eel, you take the consequences.’
‘Uggghh. Right. It’s from St. Agnes’. The orphanage. Children’s Home. Whatever they call themselves. Panhandling for donations. Guess they just see ‘lawyer’ and not ‘crippling student debt’. Huh. Yada, yada, yada, services cut, yada dee, tiles fell off roof, yad-‘
‘..Foggy?’
‘Dude.’
‘What?’
‘Your name is not Matthew Michael Murdock.’
‘What? Yes, it is, I know my own name.’
‘No. No! Your name is Matthew Michael Mau-‘
‘No, Foggy!’
‘Yes, Foggy!’
‘It’s a confirmation name, okay!? I was 12, you have to pick!’
‘Maurice! Your name is Maurice!’
’Sr. Mary Bernard picked it. She was nice to me. And she really wanted me to go with it. And I was already lying in confession about the whole senses thing. I mean, have you ever disappointed a nun? I couldn’t do it!’
‘Oh, suddenly my day is so much brighter. Are those birds singing?’
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‘Really.’
‘Seriously, my hangover is blocking my creativity.’
‘You drink the eel, you take the consequences.’
‘Uggghh. Right. It’s from St. Agnes’. The orphanage. Children’s Home. Whatever they call themselves. Panhandling for donations. Guess they just see ‘lawyer’ and not ‘crippling student debt’. Huh. Yada, yada, yada, services cut, yada dee, tiles fell off roof, yad-‘
‘..Foggy?’
‘Dude.’
‘What?’
‘Your name is not Matthew Michael Murdock.’
‘What? Yes, it is, I know my own name.’
‘No. No! Your name is Matthew Michael Mau-‘
‘No, Foggy!’
‘Yes, Foggy!’
‘It’s a confirmation name, okay!? I was 12, you have to pick!’
‘Maurice! Your name is Maurice!’
’Sr. Mary Bernard picked it. She was nice to me. And she really wanted me to go with it. And I was already lying in confession about the whole senses thing. I mean, have you ever disappointed a nun? I couldn’t do it!’
‘Oh, suddenly my day is so much brighter. Are those birds singing?’
‘You’re such a dick.’