you are as precious to me as you were to your own mother and father. i swore to them that i would protect you, and i haven't. your were only supposed to blow the bloody doors off. dyin' ain't much of a livin', boy. here. put that in your report!" and "i may have found a way out of here. well, do you have anything to say for yourself? you see, in this world there's two kinds of people, my friend: those with loaded guns and those who dig. you dig. pull my finger! man's gotta know his limitations. when i get back, remind to tell you about the time i took 100 nuns to nairobi! i took a viagra, got stuck in me throat, i've had a stiff neck for hours. when a naked man's chasing a woman through an alley with a butcher knife and a hard-on, i figure he's not out collecting for the red cross. you know, your bobby dangler, giggle stick, your general-two-colonels, master of ceremonies... yeah, don't be shy, let's have a look.
my lord! you're a tripod. yes, i used a machine gun. at this point, i'd set you up with a chimpanzee if it'd brought you back to the world! ever notice how sometimes you come across somebody you shouldn't have f**ked with? well, i'm that guy. you're only supposed to blow the bloody doors off! what you have to ask yourself is, do i feel lucky. well do ya' punk? this is my gun, clyde! are you feeling lucky punk don't p!ss down my back and tell me it's raining. you wouldn't hit a man with no trousers on, would you? you want a guarantee, buy a toaster. it's not the size mate, it's how you use it.
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