Hound:
Human beings, buncha back-stabbin' weasels!
Drift:
Hound. Find your inner compass. Loyalty is but a flower in the winds of fear and temptation.
Hound:
What the hell are you sayin'?
Drift:
It's a haiku.
Hound:
[grabs Drift]
Cut the crap before I drop a grenade down your throat!
Drift:
[draws a sword]
Try it, you'll be dead!
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:42