Don't call me Bro.
I am not your boss, your chief, or your captain. Don't call me G either. One letter should be D and even then, it isn't any shorter than calling me by my name. I already know about my being a guy, a dude, a man. I don't really need another of your ever enthusiastic contributions.
Maybe mate means "pal" where you're from, but here it means "a procreative partner." Unless there's something you're not sharing, that's not even possible. Sir? You're twice my age. Stop that shit. Sport? Really? Isn't that just like saying, "Be a good sport and let me talk down to you for a minute?" Same for Kid. And Buddy? I know you about as well as I know my family in Europe that, I hear, isn't all dead. I'm not your buddy.
Most of all, don't call me bro. You're not my brother. Even if you were, talk this generic makes us all go to sleep upstairs. Cut it.
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