He bred loathesomeness with plenty others, not just me, but Tian and his friends; we found him not on his guard and backed up on him together.
We firstly searched him for his contents but we did not really find much - and for someone who borrowed money from so many different persons, he is not the sort to keep much of value on him, either. We sweated him for any leads. It did not pan out - he seemed absolutely incapable of keeping out of scrapes. All that coin went to someone else now, who were a better - or perhaps luckier - gambler - than him.
<span class="mu-i">I myself had a different matter to settle with him.</span>
“I- it was just-”
“I was just fooling about, cuz! It was for a laugh.” Even with an alehouse dagger to his neck, that cunt remained irritating.
“Your little ‘jest’ — do you even know how many women, men you condemn to a life of poverty and misery?”
<span class="mu-s">“It ain’t so funny.”</span> Spite and venom drips from each syllable I pronounced.
“… uh. I don’t believe it to be that severe. I’m fairly sure anyone could - very clearly - see there is a problem with the condoms.” It’s so easy to say such things when daylight is plentiful, and when you know precisely where they were pricked, and what they ‘should’ feel like.
His presumptuous remarks was… vile.
<span class="mu-i">… and I said vile things in response. Things I shouldn’t of.</span>
>You know a lot, don’t you?
What do you believe to be the efficacy of condoms made from a dog’s bladder? We could start with yours.
>We should test out that theory.
I know! Let’s start with your sister. Let’s see if we could put a child in her.
