“Dude, how do you expect me to wear these? I mean, I know I’m working on a farm, but these don’t fit at all, man.”

“Would you rather get manure on your good clothes?”

“I can’t believe I have to do this all summer. This is fucking awful.”

“Hey, your parents sent you here to build some character, and I’m not gonna put up with that kind of attitude from my own nephew.”

“This is bullshit.”

“What did I just say, boy?”

“Fuck you.”

“Fine, you want bullshit? Go clean out the barn–there’s plenty of it in there.”

“Are you kidding? I’m not doing that–What…what the fuck? What kind of fucking clothes are these? Where are these boots taking me?”

“To the barn, of course. You’re gonna do what I say, when I say it, whether you like it or not. In fact, by the time you leave here, you’re gonna be a whole new person, I think. My bastard brother thinks he can just make me babysit? Just wait until he sees the fat, filthy redneck I send home in August. That’ll learn both of you.”

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