He's got some lawn chairs, a cooler with some beer and he's roasting marshmallows over the bonfire, if you care to join him. He looks pretty satisfied with this set-up.
[Upon seeing the turkeys on the doormat, Scout has one simple reaction: he grabs an extra table cloth and covers up the whole setting. He's been here too long for this shit, Mayfield. Thanks.
To the lovely ladies of the household:]
Touch those things an' I'll break yer fingers, so help me God.
[Another lovely day in Mayfield, another day where Scout can be heard yelling at the top of his lungs. Wouldn't it just figure that the morning after this conversation with RED Sniper that Scout wakes up to find his not-wife, Ema, droned. Scout barely treats drones as people as it is, and was pretty smug about fact that he didn't have to live
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