No matter how badass you look with you new buzzed hair cut, scruffy visage, black wifebeater, and “don’t fuck with me” carriage, an entire exercise in acting can be ruined when you remind the dry cleaner not to forget your black shirt because it’s “part of today’s outfit.”

Up until that point i was doing really good character work, though.

But, really what do pissed off looking potential West Philly gang members usually say when the dry cleaner tries to steal their favorite shirt?