Round 8 [Phone]
Damn it! It feels like my gut's being cut open from the inside!
[There's a pained and angered growl at the other end of the phone.]
Fucking feels like when I used to have to stuff my Medal of Honor up my... forget I mentioned that. Hey Doc! I think I have a fucking job for ya!
[Another sound could be heard over the phone as well which sounded like the tearing and crumpling of paper.]
Fuck you, ya obese jolly guy I hope you get a heart attack from those cookies we fucking gave ya!
[There's a pained and angered growl at the other end of the phone.]
Fucking feels like when I used to have to stuff my Medal of Honor up my... forget I mentioned that. Hey Doc! I think I have a fucking job for ya!
[Another sound could be heard over the phone as well which sounded like the tearing and crumpling of paper.]
Fuck you, ya obese jolly guy I hope you get a heart attack from those cookies we fucking gave ya!