Don't Make Me Hurt You

yoga ft tex and grif

“Uh, hm… knife play, wax play, breath play, I guess? I get the feeling you’re talking about yourself more than me.”

“You’re damn right I am. You piqued my curiosity; I don’t really know what you expected.”

“Uh, hm… knife play, wax play, breath play, I guess? I get the feeling you’re talking about yourself more than me.”

Church could only shrug. “I don’t know, Tex. That’s… 100% up to you this time. But, y’know, either way, you fuckin’ brought it up, so you might as well get it off your chest. It wouldn’t be the weirdest thing we’ve ever talked about. I think.”

“Uh, hm… knife play, wax play, breath play, I guess? I get the feeling you’re talking about yourself more than me.”

“Yeah, I’m real broken up about it.” Church rolled his eyes. “Apology accepted, Tex. Ya gonna explain it or what?”

“Wait a second. look I can take the whole ‘at peace with the world’ thing, and I can even stomach all the 'accept your fate’ stuff. But… just do me a favor, okay? Don’t say goodbye. I hate goodbyes. I mean, we are space warriors, right? We should try to maintain some level of credibility.”

“Uh, hm… knife play, wax play, breath play, I guess? I get the feeling you’re talking about yourself more than me.”

“Your first mistake was assuming I would listen to Grif or Tucker, let alone believe one of them when they say the words ‘gun play’ in a sentence.”

“I wouldn’t say I’m mean, I just get hired to do mean things.”

“Uh, hm… knife play, wax play, breath play, I guess? I get the feeling you’re talking about yourself more than me.”

“Okay, what the hell even is that? Do you… do you fuck the gun? Is that a real thing?”