Same fuckin' difference, Jesus Christ. Yeah, 'cause we all carry anti-venom around in our back fuckin' pockets just in case of venomous snakes. [ 'venomous' said with the most childish looking/sounding mock tone there is. as for sociopath: ] Uh, yeah, maybe, not like you know any better, so why're you trying to pick fights with sociopaths carrying assault rifles, huh, punkass?
[ and look, the idea behind this is that he's projecting past his shitty ghetto and the shitty people in it. indiana jones makes a much better fantasy than 'who you and your friends already are, but make it space'. which, okay, not exactly accurate, they never went on some galaxy saving quest, and are sure as fuck not likely to. but, he'd rather be the brave-hearted, rugged, educated badass in his dreams than be more of the same shit he kind of hates.
woops, that got deep. anyway, cigarette lit, he's cocking a brow down at this little badass insisting he doesn't need a escort, and if this were just the southside and it was only a mugging he rescued him from, yeah, he'd let the kid go. but those were flesh eating abominations, and this boy doesn't seem the most combat ready. welp, fuck his life. ]
I wasted this entire flask saving your over-opinionated, prepubescent ass and you think I'm just gonna let you walk off into another pack of gerbil sized monsters? [ and maybe his parent/babysitter/whatever will have a reward he can use to stock this flask back up, eeyyyy. ] Address. Or you're coming back home with me, and believe me, you don't want that.
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[ and look, the idea behind this is that he's projecting past his shitty ghetto and the shitty people in it. indiana jones makes a much better fantasy than 'who you and your friends already are, but make it space'. which, okay, not exactly accurate, they never went on some galaxy saving quest, and are sure as fuck not likely to. but, he'd rather be the brave-hearted, rugged, educated badass in his dreams than be more of the same shit he kind of hates.
woops, that got deep. anyway, cigarette lit, he's cocking a brow down at this little badass insisting he doesn't need a escort, and if this were just the southside and it was only a mugging he rescued him from, yeah, he'd let the kid go. but those were flesh eating abominations, and this boy doesn't seem the most combat ready. welp, fuck his life. ]
I wasted this entire flask saving your over-opinionated, prepubescent ass and you think I'm just gonna let you walk off into another pack of gerbil sized monsters? [ and maybe his parent/babysitter/whatever will have a reward he can use to stock this flask back up, eeyyyy. ] Address. Or you're coming back home with me, and believe me, you don't want that.