Hello, is this still the number for Lester Crest? Who's asking? "who's asking "whos asking"? you're awful cagey... brr brr brr even for a dead man, michael, oooh, you don't sound good, buddy, mhhm mhhm, tactful and charming, even in death, come see me old friend, I'm living in Los Santos just like you, Murrieta Heights... whoa, whoa, wait... hey, how do you... hello? you fucker, I was wondering when you'd show up, I was dead, praise be! I guess you weren't very dead, you need my help, how do you know? 'cause you came here, why else would you, I haven't been a good friend for you, Lester, I know that, and you're gonna make it up to me by doing whatever I ask, or rather, I-I mean... I need something done, you need to know something so, why not help each other? I gotta make some dough, so you're back in the game? I guess, look, Lester, about what happened before... I know you never mentioned my name, I know I'm not on any lists anywhere, I know you never betrayed me, as for you, you gotta that I never told anyone, that instead of gently decomposing in North yankton, you're angrily decomposing in Los Santos with a shrink... and a wife who don't love you no more, yeah... yeah, well, since you put it like that, hey, shut up a minute, I'm getting an eyefind alert, that little college boy, sack of shit, phony, fuck! who? Jay Norris? yes, that fuck is a lying bastard, I've read his fucking emails he's a fucking cheat, I-I-I heard him say that he saved America... what? by outsourcing all the jobs? by selling us little bits of plastic, restricted-access shit? well now it's payback time, you lying turd, the hell are you talkin' about? you are about to get that white collar gig that you always dreamed of, Mikey, here, take this err, fashionably retro, 'weird-for-a-forty-five-year-old-man-but-i-cannot-let-go-of-the-1980s' bag, and dress yourself up like a billionaire math genius with low level asperger's, you better be ready for the minor glitch of your repulsive pseudo-messianic life, okay, Lester... get out of here! call me when you're ready, we are about to put the Darwinism back in social Darwinism and brother, it is gonna be fun, you fuckin' kiddin' me? I'm a bank robber, not a Web designer, so we'll go robbing... soon, I'll find something, just like the old days, hey, oh, great, PM's pushing for more functionality, but we are maxed, I mean if anything we have to strip features especially if we're planning on releasing a fully priced update a year later, yeah, well, you know, you gotta do what you gotta do, you know? err, I mean, we're talking beta in Q4 maybe Q3, look, milestones are one thing, but when design is changing its mind seemingly overnight there's not much you can do about it... you know what I'm saying? look, my union-allocated smoke breaks about up, so... wait a minute, do I know you? yeah, I think so, I-I-I T temp, right? yeah, you know you gotta do something for me, ah, you gotta put it in a ticket, err... no, I'd like to keep this one P

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