Barry from MS

Martin took it as long as he could, and finally broke down. Having to work and play next to that sub-human dips--t would break anyone.

The N word and the ol' "#2-in-your-mouth" and the ol' "slap yo momma" bit is pretty classy stuff. But if a classy dude like Dickie Incog says he's gonna kill you in a voice mail WITHOUT a shred of acknowledgement that it could be interpreted as foul or a "my bad, dude, I was completely wasted last night", exactly how do you handle that? Avoid, which Martin obviously did. Dickie has never displayed a sense of humor or is generally not known as a joking-kind of person...ever. "Disdain" is the best word I can think of considering how former teammates talk of him. Sorry, but Martin did what he could do any put up with it as long as possible.

Did I use the term "classy" right?

"I'd far rather be happy than right any day" ~ Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy
"Honor: if you need it defined, you don't have it" ~ Ron Swanson