texts: 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? </s> <s> Sure as gravity. I've had a feeling about you from the start, Cage. It's nausea.
labels: You know what I hate? Any scumbag with a clean shirt and a bad haircut can get one of those tin stars and suddenly they think they're God.