Voice. o2. Russian Roulette Isn't As Fun When The Gun Is Cold;
Augh, daaaaamn.
[ The sound of debris hitting the water and rustling fabric as Novy scales the edge of a building, trying to get away from the rising water. ]
Y'd think the whole fuckin' place'd smell like an expensive whore's pussy with all the roses, but nope. Smells like rot and death. Figures. ... Not that I ain't used to it.
[ He starts yelling at the water; ] YO, DYKE OFF. You already stole a pack'a my cigs. Any idea how disgusting wet tobacco is?
[ The sound of debris hitting the water and rustling fabric as Novy scales the edge of a building, trying to get away from the rising water. ]
Y'd think the whole fuckin' place'd smell like an expensive whore's pussy with all the roses, but nope. Smells like rot and death. Figures. ... Not that I ain't used to it.
[ He starts yelling at the water; ] YO, DYKE OFF. You already stole a pack'a my cigs. Any idea how disgusting wet tobacco is?