“Shut up. You should remember, you’re my bitch tonight.”
“As she left my room I knew I should shut up. But you know when you should shut up because you really should just shut up...but you keep on and on anyway? Well, I had that.”
“She remembered, as every sensible person does, that you should never never shut yourself up in a wardrobe.”
“Are you fighting evil tonight?...Then you are doing the Lord's work. Shut the fuck up.”
“For the love of Christ, shut-up! Let a bitch enjoy you mental breakdown in peace.”
“Baby,” another voice came into my ear and this was my man’s, “shut the fuck up, concentrate and don’t sit there muttering into your tits makin’ it look like you’re waitin’ to fuck over some asshole. He sees you doin’ that shit, these guys we’re hunting will take you out and tonight is not my night to lose you.”