Regardless of how gay that shit you just wrote sounds... Get my number off our "common people", I'll tell you who beat you the fuck up for going over him in the tunnels and then ran you out of the city (not my words)... and then come fly back to Philly since you're here secretly all the time dodging bids while backsliding 180 flipping the Love Sign. I'll meet you at the tasty cake factory, we'll throw down and I'll have no idea what hit me.