texts: I thought we were heading for trouble putting on all these trinkets. </s> <s> We got to start rehabilitating, Duke, if we want to be halfway human by the time we get back to our wives. </s> <s> But no short-arm inspection. I'm with you there.
labels: Screw it. We been earning our keep as respectable knife artists. Why should we do work any pill-rolling punk could handle?