"Loose? Loose? Jesus. You forgot the words to ‘Drop That Jerk and Come with Me’! How fucked do you have to be to do that? Fuckin' audience knew the words, man; they were singing along with you. Trying to, anyway." Shoats rammed his callused thumb into Creedmore's chest for emphasis. "I told you I don't work with diz-monkeys. You're toast, understand? Outta here. History."