What was the point of that shit? If you’re gonna use the chopper in the club, at least make it worth it. Blasting off at random isn’t worth doing 5-10 in Federal Pound Me In The Ass. Especially when you’re a clumsy motherfucker who can’t even run straight without slipping like a banana peel cartoon character.
Also — how high is he?
Late-night snap decisions at the titty bar while drunk and high are never the right decisions. It’s like taking money out of the ATM after 1 AM — nothing good has ever come from it.