Tex:
Whaddaya think to our little lady?
Tinker:
...Uncertain. Looks like she might get all screamy on us Eddie.
Tex:
[Slams meat cleaver on table]
I wish you'd call me Tex. I told you.
Tinker:
Oh I'm sorry boy. Goddamit, I'm sorry... how'd you like to do us the honor of plugging that whore up?
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:29