Would you like a gold star? Pat on the back? Lemme guess, mummy didn’t hug you enough as a kid. I’m not sure what you want me to do here. We can compare battle scars if that’s what you wanna do. I’m sure your boss is really scary but when I get bored I like to go down and play with Mexican drug cartels. It’s real fun down there, they’re very into putting heads on spikes. And where I’m from we’re not so into warning shots, but then I could fire a shotgun out my pickup window going 80 miles an hour before I turned sixteen.
We can compare dicks if you want too. I’m sure yours is real pretty. Can’t say I’m all that interested in your prettiness, though. But good for you. Really.
Does no not mean the same thing here? In America it just means no, not “no but I would like a cup of tea and can you please keep telling me how pretty you are?” I think I’ve got it covered. I guess I was supposed to introduce you to our organization and see if we could do anything for you, but I think it’s better we don’t get too friendly, don’t you think? Unless you wanna get a little friendlier with the bottom of my boot.
And it’s just Paris.
Right. Mexican drug cartels. I’m sure you fancy yourself well brave dealing with them, don’t you? Now that you’ve finished the game on medium, wanna try it on the hard setting? And I don’t need to hear about your troubled childhood, dear. Warning shots have style.
Forgive me for assuming that if you came to me, perhaps you were looking for something. That’s generally how it works, yeah? Or, in America, do you just read each other’s minds and go see someone else when they need something from you?
It’s precious that you think you could get anywhere near me. I mean really, it’s adorable.
Just Paris. Is that like the pretty little City of Lights, or like the idiot prince of Troy? Either way, I’ll remember that, Just Paris.
