scratch that, make it six car bombs. one is going under jane crocker's for hating my chit.
Don't announce it. Now she'll know.
i hope she fucking knows i'm out to get her. then we can actually fight instead of dancing around eachother like a couple of pansies.
Rechit. Joke's on you, my chauffeur revs that engine.
re-rechit, i hope you're in the car when he does.
Hm. I think I know why you're named Spades now.