I guess it's fuckin' true what they say about sex between exes.

I'm fucking sick of watching some second-rate hacker asshole pick off my teammates. I'm fucking tired of standing by while we take the hits for some spoiled motherfucker in a white suit who doesn't give a shit about what happens to this pack.

If nobody else is going to give fuckin' orders, then I will.

Turks, fuckin' report.

Which of you motherfuckers is fucking with the Turks?

Lemme tell you, cunt. I got a rookie in the hospital, and fucking damage paperwork that I'm damn ready to shove so far up your ass you'll need a flash light to get it out.

Not in the fucking mood for this.

Y'know, you ever think that maybe some people should just mind their own fuckin' business?

You work your own shit out first, then maybe I'll let you play counselor. Ass.

Fuckin' punk. You're lucky you still got both your hands after touching my girls. What kinda idiot tries to steal from Turks anyways?

We'll see how damn cocky you are after a week with my rookies. Ass.

It's like one of those bad fuckin' daytime dramas that I hate. Just so y'know-- dead people are supposta stay dead.

...Oh yeah. Can one of you unlucky motherfuckers I call friends feed my dog for the next coupla days?

So, Matt. I guess this means we have to beat the shit out of you, too.

Or we could throw you a stag party. Your pick. :)

Her name is Beatrice, and she's fuckin' beautiful.

P.S. And I suddenly remembered I'm dating the fucking Beast Master. I wonder if he can sign up with Siegfried and Roy.

So, who wants to go with me for a drink? Talkin' to liars and cowards puts a bad fuckin' taste in my mouth.

Fuuuck. I wanna get high.