Fuck off, assholes. THG starts up the engine. Ringo eagerly digs a suitcase out from under the seat and opens it. In it are several rows of ears. You re sick.
Every man needs a hobby.
THG looks out the window to see none other than Wulfgar strolling to his apartment, holding a bottle of whiskey. Wulfgar looks up to see THG staring. The two lock eyes. THG reaches for his pistol and lets go of the wheel, driving straight into traffic, colliding with a cop car. I needed this like I needed a naked picture of Gertrude Stein.