"Yeah, because 'walks of life' is a word that normal people use," Doosh muttered. "Lemme guess. A buncha scholarship kids you let in so they can manage your big businesses while you play golf on your yacht or some shit."

And then maturely wadded up a sock and threw it at Warren's head. No class tension here!

"So this girlfriend that owns your dick. She some pretty girl from the poor side of the tracks?"

He doubted it.