“MORE THAN OUR INSTINCTS”. BUNCHA BULLSHIT.
I KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT YOU’RE DOIN’.
Am I wrong, though?
HERE’S SOME FREE ADVICE I LEARNED A LONG TIME AGO, PAL: IF YA AIN’T ON TOP OF THE HEAP, YOU’RE ON THE BOTTOM OF IT. EVERYONE AROUND YOU HAS THE POTENTIAL TO BE YOUR KILLER, EVERYONE AROUND YOU MAY DECIDE ONE DAY THEY WANNA BE THE TOP DOG. THAT YOU BEING AROUND IS A PROBLEM. EVERYTHING IS EITHER AN ACTIVE THREAT OR A SEED OF ONE, JUST WAITIN’ TO BLOOM INTO YOUR DEATH. THE ONLY WAY TO SURVIVE IS WHEN YOU LISTEN TO YOUR INSTINCTS. THAT PART OF YOUR BRAIN THAT TELLS YOU TO KILL, CONSUME, CONQUER AND MULTIPLY. ONLY THEN CAN YOU SURVIVE, AND THRIVE. THERE’S NO OTHER WAY TO BE. I’M THE ONLY WAY I CAN BE, OR EVER COULDA BEEN.
my brain tells me to make friends and have fun with them
YEAH, WELL, WHATEVER’S WRONG WITH YOU IT MEANS YOU WON’T SEE THE KNIFE WHEN IT GOES THROUGH YOUR HEART.
it did already! The other day! From in front of me! But that was a 2x3dent.
I- ALRIGHT YOU KNOW DAMN WELL I WAS DOING A METAPHOR.
yeah, yeah. I know what you're trying to say, and there is some merit in it, even. But if you spend all day looking behind your back you're gonna walk into a wall. or off a cliff. or over a landmine. or...
also, we're pals?! nice.
NOW HOLD THE FUCK ON-