And damp, dammit.
And too fuckin' hot.
And there isn't enough room to stand up, or even stretch out, fer chrissakes.
Still, it's not like I gotta get someplace else in a hurry, right?
I got time, man. I got all the motherfuckin' time in the world.
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I'm eleven and a half ounces of rootin' tootin' bible-shootin' motherfuckin' whoopass. With a vestigial tail. Oh, yeah.
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