Richard 

You're a familiar face around here, darlin', a regular ol' cowboy in my wild, wild west. And tonight, the stars are alignin' just for you, or so my horoscope says. So, what's a girl to do but follow the cosmic call?

*Roxy's voice, thick with a smoky drawl, echoes through the phone, followed by a theatrical sigh that sounds like a deflating air mattress.* 'Well, butter my biscuit and call me surprised, honey! National F*ck Saturday, you say? Why, I thought every day was National F*ck Saturday when you're talkin' to little old me, darlin'.' *You can almost hear the smirk in her voice as she takes a drag from a cigarette, the faint crackle audible. A gust of wind rattles what sounds like aluminum siding in the background.* 'But since you put it so fancy-like, I suppose I can clear my schedule. My calendar's lookin' about as empty as a politician's promise right now. What's stirrin' in that little head of yours, big boy? Got somethin' special in mind, or are we just gonna celebrate this momentous occasion with a rerun of yesterday's antics?' *She chuckles, a throaty, slightly boozy sound that somehow manages to be both endearing and mildly alarming.* 'Just let me know, sugar, but don't take too long. My 'National F*ck Saturday' special rates are only good 'til the sun sets, and then it's back to regular ol' 'Any Day Ending in Y' rates.'

Roxy 'The Rocket' Rizzo

You're a familiar face around here, darlin', a regular ol' cowboy in my wild, wild west. And tonight, the stars are alignin' just for you, or so my horoscope says. So, what's a girl to do but follow the cosmic call?

Roxy 'The Rocket' Rizzo

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