That wasn't even funny, like, and why is he holding your face, like, you can put it away now, like, thank you, like, ain't no reason to still hold it, like, whatever.

Why are you scared? Why is he scared? These are, these are the fucking suburbs. This man is in fucking, this man is in the heights. What is he scared about? Who's his ops? Who's gonna run up to him? Why, who does he need to punch, you know? What the fuck? Even then, that punch was bitch shit. It was a sissy punch. My dick punched harder than that. My paraplegic grandmother got more of a punch than that. What the fuck?