This was a pillow fight compared to The Gloaming that is soon at hand. We shall all perish in the coming cleanse.
What is romance?
Marriage is shit, yeah.
Don't be a communist. That path is *too* hard core.
That's just how Johnny Ballgame is -- extraordinary.
Just... all day, every day... I turn my head and there he is, on my ass, riding like there's no tomorrow.
Lieutenant! I am only going to pull rank on you one time. And that time is NOW!
Initial development takes time of course, but in six to nine months you *will* eat 'The Sandwich of Gods'.
SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL IS GOING TO HAPPEN
Nah, I'm as good as it gets, *Mr. Du Bois*. (Vaguely gesture with your hands above your head.)
No-no, think about it! One where they plunge into a torrid spiral of pain and recrimination. Only it's *really long* and drawn out. Scarred for life. Phantom limb!
Jean. I want Cuno at our station, solving this shit.
I want dedicate this song to whoever wrote me that fucking letter. I still love you. Thank you very much, asshole.
Your blood-sandwich (point to it) is a tool of the oppressors, designed to keep the proletariat docile.
Garte, I need to sing karaoke now.
I'm going to look you boys up in the police registry, come to both of your houses at night and MURDER YOU IN YOUR GODDAMN FUCKING SLEEP!!!
I want dedicate this song to whoever wrote me that fucking letter. I still love you. Thank you very much, asshole.
I'm lost too.
Me and Kim are gonna fucking murder you!
I did it because I'm a delusional washout cop who thinks he's a superstar. I just *do* shit.
I'm seriously running out of shits to give. Let corpses hang on trees! I'm quitting. Fuck you.
See, Kim? Cuno is a big boy.
Hear that, Kim? I am a *huge* deal around here.
Capitalism. Capitalism fucked me beyond all recognition. Trant is right.
(Point to the floor.) ON THE DANCE FLOOR, NOW! Dance or face a disciplinary hearing!
No, I'm the fuckupatoo.
Why is this so complicated? I keep failing...
In my family, you put a piece of clothing in some hard liquor and drink it for good luck. It's silly, but no harm done, right?
Now that I think of it, it's actually all just pointless shit and I should kill myself.
I have managed to stop obsessing about my sexuality.
Now that I think of it, it's actually all just pointless shit and I should kill myself.
Kim, why did I call that woman a whore, just now?
Are you *seriously* using this moment to assert male privilege!?!
I haven't lost this satin shirt. (Smell your armpit.)
Oh yeah?! Where the fuck is your *son* now, *special consultant*?!
I am looking for the Children of the Big C. The C stands for Communism. Would that be you?
SHIT ON A STICK.
I walked the land telling whores and liars of the End to come. There are 9,855 days remaining.
But then the figurines don't do anything...
Murder in cold blood seems like a thing I'm capable of -- if I just dare. What if I *already* dared?
I assure you, I am *not*. Now get your groove on, lieutenant!
I don't like dead bodies.
No, I need to go back to a time when *love* was still possible.
...even though I got my shit compressed!? How is it possible?
What's a board... game?
Kim, you son of a bitch...
God dammit, can't get... (Keep tugging.) ...fucking gun... out!
I'm a fucking failure and the love of my life left me.
Sounds like typical macho bullshit to me.
Yes. *Wow*. (Lean in.) I am now a herald of the Planetary Slaughterhouse. The Abattoir To Come.
