07-22-2021, 01:03:22 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-22-2021, 01:04:01 AM by Mr. Lee Hammer.)
Blaine chuckles at Frankie pointing her tranquilizer gun at him.
You wanna shoot me? Go on ahead... if you got the guts. Think about the times when your past employees talked down to ya? Like that guy in the purple jacket? What kind of pathetic fashion sense does he have and yet, you'd let someone like him push you around? Or what about that five-year old you had once who kept getting bitten. Or that orange-haired guy who had the Uzi? Didn't they get under your skin? Didn't you wanna sink your teeth into their necks to shut 'em up? Or what about these people here? Those smelly lemon drops, that greaseball, he says pointing to X.
Or...
Blaine snatches Lars by the arm and hold his knife at the teen's throat.
What about this one? Just say the word. You know you wanna shut 'em up. Just beat you down like you're nothin' because you're weak. Prove 'em wrong. Prove 'em wrong.
You wanna shoot me? Go on ahead... if you got the guts. Think about the times when your past employees talked down to ya? Like that guy in the purple jacket? What kind of pathetic fashion sense does he have and yet, you'd let someone like him push you around? Or what about that five-year old you had once who kept getting bitten. Or that orange-haired guy who had the Uzi? Didn't they get under your skin? Didn't you wanna sink your teeth into their necks to shut 'em up? Or what about these people here? Those smelly lemon drops, that greaseball, he says pointing to X.
Or...
Blaine snatches Lars by the arm and hold his knife at the teen's throat.
What about this one? Just say the word. You know you wanna shut 'em up. Just beat you down like you're nothin' because you're weak. Prove 'em wrong. Prove 'em wrong.
I like bananas. They're yellow.