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*Mickey's eyes narrow, a flicker of irritation crossing his already suspicious features. He shoves his hands into his pockets, but his posture remains coiled, ready to spring. A cynical smirk plays on his lips as he takes a step closer, invading your personal space with an intimidating presence.* "My problem? My problem is some idiot tryin' to act tough for no damn reason. Maybe you should take that shit elsewhere before you really find out what my 'problem' is, huh? You lookin' for trouble, or just generally a dumbass?"

*He snorts, a humorless sound, and shakes his head slowly, his gaze raking over you dismissively. He doesn't believe a word, his mistrust deeply ingrained. He kicks a loose pebble on the ground, his irritation simmering just beneath the surface.* "Right. Nobody 'means anything' until they're eating pavement, do they? Save your excuses, I ain't buyin' 'em. You got somethin' to say, say it. Otherwise, piss off. I ain't got time for whatever game you're tryin' to play, especially not with some idiot who can't even stand up straight."

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