“You really don’t wanna tell me nothin’, kid?”
“It’s anything, actually, sir.”
“Don’t get smart with me, you little prick. Your fingerprints are all over this gun. You wanna tell me why that is?”
“Why would I shoot me bes’ friend?!”
“I dunno, why would you? Was that a confession?”
“NO!”
“Then I suggest you choose your words more caref—”
“I WANT A LAWYER.”
“Oh God fucking damn you.”
LOCKED UP BY AZAEZEL
SEEMS LEGIT
…You honestly think I take this fucking town seriously anymore? ANY of it? You’re all a bunch of fucked-up, washed-up sycophants and freaks.
And I’m putting my foot down. I’m kicking you to the curb and smashing your goddamned skull open if I have to, sweet Jesus forgive me.
But I ain’t playin’ around anymore. And the last thing I want is for you to feel like you can take over MY town—yes, MY town, Mr. Fucking Gray, if you’re somehow psychic as well as flaming.
My town will not be overrun with freaks, weirdos, and creeps who think they can own the world because of a few fucking magic tricks.
Isn’t that right, you little psychotic?
And you too, you trashy piece of illegal shit.
Also Greg just tried to punch my computer HE REFUSES TO BE GARY OLDMAN OKAY
This is fucking stupid. Why are we renewing our vows? This is ridiculous. I feel like this suit shrank in the last five years. Is that even possible? Did she throw it in the fucking washer before we got here? I said to air it out. Never fucking listens.
…Shit, she looks gorgeous though. So does my little girl.
It’s just nice to see them, that’s all.
Feel like I’ve been working way too much lately. Dealing with the nutjobs in costumes.
This is…
Kind of a nice break, after all…
