texts: Are we done now? You've got nothing on me. So if you ain't booking me, I'm walking. </s> <s> You've got this wrong. You're not under arrest, you've been abducted. And until I say different, you belong to me. </s> <s> Is that a fact?
labels: Sure as gravity. I've had a feeling about you from the start, Cage. It's nausea.