[L.J. walks into a building and is surrounded by 12 S.T.A.R.S. members]
L.J.:
Shit! Maybe I was safer outside. Get them guns out of my damn face.
[a S.T.A.R.S. officer hands him a shotgun]
L.J.:
Motherfucker, please. Look.
[opens up his jacket revealing two gold guns]
L.J.:
My shit is custom.
Riportata da il
05/03/2025 alle ore 07:20