“His personality gets a suck’s ass,” Tony continued, nudging the K named kicker. “So why, in all things unfair and unholy, does he get all the good ones lining up outside his door?”Jude leaned forward. “I can give you an eight inch explanation, Rufello.”

“And you," Jude said, stepping forward and putting his finger in Tony's face. "Don't you ever try to give something of yours to put on her body." The muscles just below Jude's neck were sticking out like shark fins he was so tense. "Or I'm never throwing another ball your way. Got that?”

“He does not deserve this. He has done many things, not all good, but he does not deserve this. And he never did get his priest.”

“Say that again, Tony," Jude warned, his jaw clenched, "and the only thing I'll be throwing at your pinhead again will be my boot." "What?" Tony said. "Telling the truth about Adriana panting in heat for you?" "No, shithead," Jude said, notes of anger slipping between his teeth. "Call my girl 'love' again. Shes's mine. I get to call her that. Not some pissant jerk-off with a big mouth.”

“He’s got claws!” Ben shook his head, hard.“All the better to rip into prey.” Jude took a step forward.“What’s up with his eyes? Why are they—”“All the better to see the asshole who doesn’t need to be attacking my lady.”

“It’s time to serve my Master.” He says, pointing at some steamy thing in the distance. If his master is some type of steam, all I gotta do is get a vacuum and sweep his ass up.”