No. [He says it immediately, vehemently, because nothing could ever make him want to be like that. Not like that.] Not like that asshole.
[Except yes, actually, very much like that asshole. He falters, and now his eyes do fall. He wipes a hand across his mouth, picks anxiously at a fingernail.] But the, uh, job, that was the same, yeah. Cooking, selling.
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[Except yes, actually, very much like that asshole. He falters, and now his eyes do fall. He wipes a hand across his mouth, picks anxiously at a fingernail.] But the, uh, job, that was the same, yeah. Cooking, selling.