- He hissed at you. What did he say?
- He said, "I can smell your cunt."
- I see. I myself cannot.
Have the lambs stopped screaming?
I like the way you die, boy.
Who's that stumblin' around in the dark? State your business or prepare to get winged!
- How do you like the bounty hunting business?
- Kill white folks and they pay you for it? What's not to like?
A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti.