“I had a weapon of my own and I wasn't afraid to fucking use it. And if I died? Who the fuck cared? I put the gun to my head and demanded to be let through. The fucktards shot me.”
“And if you ever put a gun in my face again, I will fuck you up no matter what my job is.”
“Flopping down in the chair I had been seating in only moments ago, I put my elbows on my knees and dropped my head into my hands. What a fucking mess!“Women.” A heavy voice sighed from above me. “Who understands them?”
“I had a fucking standing ovation going on in my goddamn pants, and it was demanding an encore.”
“--Tell them to drop their guns and fuck off out of my way.--Allow him to--I clamp my arm tight.--That's not what I said.She gets it right this time.--Drop your guns and fuck off out of his way.They drop their guns and fuck off out of my way.”
“Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm bleeding, do you even care if I die bleeding?”