texts: You bastard! You'd do that, wouldn't you? </s> <s> Why worry? You'll like it. Nothing in the world like a Mace high. Forty- five minutes on your knees with the dry heaves... </s> <s> You cheap honky sonofabitch...
labels: Why not? Hell, just a minute ago, you were asking me to kill you! And now you want to kill me! What I should do, goddamnit, is call the police!