I’m like a peacock, you gotta let me fly!
No, I don’t like you. I think you’re a fake cop. The sound of your piss hitting the urinal, it sounds feminine. If you were in the wild, I would attack you, even if you weren’t in my food chain. I would go out of my way to attack you. If I were a lion and you were a tuna, I would swim out in the middle of the ocean and freaking eat you and then I’d bang your tuna girlfriend.
We’re gonna do ‘good cop, bad cop’. Okay? It’s the oldest game in the book for a reason – it works. I come strong, then you come in. You got it?
Now you listen to me, you piece of shit! It’s just you and me, and I’m gonna rip you apart! How did you cover your losses up? Huh? What drug cartel are you working with now?
You keep hiding from shit in the world, and eventually the world comes to your front door.
So he’s walking home, and can’t wait to get home to tell his father. So he’s walking down the street with the duck, and all of a sudden, ‘Vroom!’ A truck comes by and runs over his duck! Kills the duck!
Well this was awhile back. So he goes home and his dad says “What happened, what happened? Tell me, tell me!” He goes, “Dad, I got a fuck for the duck, I got a duck for the fuck, and I got two bucks for a fucked up duck!”
I don’t get it, man. I just do not get it. I mean, that girl Christinith was seriously hot. Your wife is crazy hot. I mean, even that Brazilian security chick, she threw you a “do me” vibe. What is it with you and hot ladies?
You know what I just did? I just walked out that door, saw a couple of detectives and I was about to start bad-mouthing you behind your back, but I stopped myself because my pops taught me that a man who talks behind somebody’s back is a coward.
