tell me somethin' sweet

Shit, uh, I got like two guns I ain’t got any use for, fair?

Mmm… Painted, or Original?

Shee-it, how am I s'posed to know that crap? 

My Lord, ain’t it a fuckin’ cold one tonight, i feel like a got-damn corpse. Anyone listenin’ gonna let me bargin’ somethin’ for some food?

Shit, uh, I got like two guns I ain't got any use for, fair?

Oh fuck this shit I ain’t gonna roll over and beg for shit from some fuckin’ piece a’ shit NOBODY. Who the FUCK do you think you are shitstain?

Wow, weird… shitstain is actually my middle name! That’s Robert S McCracken, at your service. I’d hand you my card but they haven’t invented molecular transport yet… so, uh. Imagine it. It’s, like, really white and fancy, y’know the kind.

All I'm hearin' is boring shit comin' out a' your mouth, ROBERT. I ain't got time for you. 

…………………….fuckin’ fine.

… ‘Fine’, what? I don’t actually remember offering you shit. You were kinda too busy pissin’ right into my face for me to do that.

Oh fuck this shit I ain't gonna roll over and beg for shit from some fuckin' piece a' shit NOBODY. Who the FUCK do you think you are shitstain?

//gritting her teeth// fuck you….. fuckin’……..piece a’ shit YOU THINK I NEED SOMEONE TO HELP ME? I ain’t got….. I don’t need………… fuck you, fucker, fuckin’, GOT-DAMN, I’M FUCKIN’ HUNGRY.

… You done?

.........................fuckin' fine.

I aint…. I ain’t havin’ TROUBLE……..Just ain’t up ta shakin’ outta some shitstain tonight…… //grumbling//

Oh… Well. If you’re fine, then, I guess you don’t really need my help, then, huh?

//gritting her teeth// fuck you..... fuckin'........piece a' shit YOU THINK I NEED SOMEONE TO HELP ME? I ain't got..... I don't need............ fuck you, fucker, fuckin', GOT-DAMN, I'M FUCKIN' HUNGRY.

well yer first one wasn’t as fuckin’ HORRID as that one like dman, you ain’t even makin’ any sense with that SHIT. 

Sorry. Guess I just got lucky with the first one. … Did try and warn you, though.

//sighs for like 5 minutes// I guess it's fine....................................jus' have a better joke next time.

My Lord, ain’t it a fuckin’ cold one tonight, i feel like a got-damn corpse. Anyone listenin’ gonna let me bargin’ somethin’ for some food?

Man… everybody’s havin’ trouble tonight, huh?

I aint.... I ain't havin' TROUBLE........Just ain't up ta shakin' outta some shitstain tonight...... //grumbling//

……………………………..yer first joke was way better, man, like. FUCKIN’ DAMN, that was HORRIBLE. Really you……..you should work on that…………disgraceful………

… Sorry… I tried to tell you, I’m not good at jokes but you wouldn’t listen.

well yer first one wasn't as fuckin' HORRID as that one like dman, you ain't even makin' any sense with that SHIT. 

Boo Who? What the HELL is a Boo?

...................................yer first joke was way better, man, like. FUCKIN' DAMN, that was HORRIBLE. Really you........you should work on that............disgraceful.........

the end

Angel turned her head just in time to see the blur of a knife, and took a moment to be thankful that she didn’t turn a centimeter more. “How the fuck did you get so fokken good at that?” she asked, stepping to the side to look at the knife protruding from the wall. It was embedded pretty fucking deep, and it took more than just a small tug to get it out.

Sugar smirked and let her head swell for a bit. She deserved some damn recognition for once! She sort of crossed her arms and put her weight on one hip, casually staring at her finger nails. She literally oozed nonchalant arrogance. "It ain't nothin' don't you worry 'bout that. Jus' let me do the workin' for ya and you ain't gotta worry 'bout shit no more, y'hear?" 

well ain’t you a ball a’ sunshine, sheeee-it

Ain’t much else to be out here, is there? All this sun’s gettin to me.

Pshhh.... Call that a fuckin' excuse