"God fucking damn it, I'm sick with inhaling that stupid fucking opium! DAMN IT!" I smack the cigarette out of X-Elinas mouth and stomp on it. I then grab all of the cigarettes she has on her, and drop them in a pile. I then slice each one to little tiny pieces.
"Anyway...Gam won't kill me. We talked a bit at the party...had one or two pies together...we're practically bros! Or we can fight it out...come to a stalemate...you get the idea."
"Anyway...Gam won't kill me. We talked a bit at the party...had one or two pies together...we're practically bros! Or we can fight it out...come to a stalemate...you get the idea."