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“Aw for fuck’s sake, Droog, you’re still here?”
Droog sets down the pair of oranges he was comparing. “Where else would I be?”
“Do you have any idea how long it’s been?”
“I don’t wear a watch.”
“Dam straight you don’t. But I’ve already got all the junk on my half of the list--” And had time to rifle through a magazine rack or two, but hell if he’s going to say that --“and I come back to find you exactly where I left you. I have plans today, Droog, plans that don’t involve standing around while you fondle some melons.”
“Oranges.”
“Whatever. Look.” He picks up a prepackaged box of fruit and shoves it into Droog’s arms. “There. Oranges. Let’s go.”
Droog looks at the shallow crate disdainfully. “I want good ones.”
“ They’re all the same .”
He turns the same disdainful look on Slick .
“All right, fine. Droog, I give you five minutes to pick something. Otherwise I’m going home, and you can do without your fancy ass fruit.”