What the hell are you looking at, you little ginger-haired fucker?
- You are real, right?
- I'm as real as a donut, motherfucker.
It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.
The things you own end up owning you.
Anybody accidentally kills anybody in a fight, they go to jail. It's called manslaughter. I think all that lethal weapon horseshit is just an excuse so you dancers never have to get in a real fight.
Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
- My buddy and his dog killed two of them and, no shit, I torched the last one.
- Yeah, I burnt her ass to a crisp.