[Donny just waves to the camera. He's down in zero too, but he looks like he's getting a little antsy.]

They broke my baseball bat. Like...broke it. In half.

[Yes, that's all he can think to say. He huffs and looks around cautiously.]

I don't....[And now he whispers:] Fah the record? I don't fuckin' like this. Rounding up people, like they're ( Read more... )

I didn't hit anyone with a baseball the other day, did I? I remember practicing my swing during the flood on the top deck and I'm pretty sure I wasn't paying attention to where they were landing ( Read more... )

Sgt. Donny Donowitz of the 29th Division and second-in-command of the Basterds, reporting for duty. Not my regular day-job, hanging out on a barge with a bunch of criminals. Normally I'm a hunter. Guess you can't be picky about where you end up when you're dead.

Don't suppose there are any Nazis on board?Don't suppose we get radio with the ( Read more... )