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.
Now you're looking for the secret. But you won't find it because of course, you're not really looking. You don't really want to work it out. You want to be fooled.
- 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.
No one cares about the man in the box, the man who disappears.
- You are real, right?
- I'm as real as a donut, motherfucker.
The secret impresses no one. The trick you use it for is everything.
What the hell are you looking at, you little ginger-haired fucker?