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Apr 16, 2007 01:05

I've snapped a man's neck for putting me on hold.

I have thrown underlings beneath speeding buses. I have crucified junior agents. I have eviscerated casting directors. I crush the dreams and end the lives of a hundred nameless, faceless nobodies on a daily basis, and they beg me for the privilege. I stabbed Terence in the back, but that was self-defense as much as instinct. I have committed murder through and by cellular phone. I destroy my enemies for fun, or profit, or because it's raining, or because it's Wednesday, or because my wife is on the fucking rag, and so, by extension, am I.

I think it's pretty fucking clear what I would and would not do. Which is: anything. And nothing. Respectively. No new fucking ground broke there.

That said: I have yet to mow anyone down with my fucking car. That counts for a lot in this town.
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