Son, you got yourself a woman problem. How I know is they’ve been plaguing me my whole life. What’s the joke? Can’t live with them, can’t turn them into cat food. Personally, I don’t see the value in all that talking and the mood swings and the lack of rational thinking, which, brother, your b**ch has got that in spades. See, the male of the species has got the potential for greatness. Look at your kings of old. Napoleon, Kublai Khan, Samson. Giants made of muscle and steel. But these women, even in those Bible movies, you see a Delilah and, uh, Scheherazade. I want to tell you my own private belief here. I think Satan is a woman. Think about it.
You’re gonna drive down to that s***hole Minnesota town, and you’re gonna bring my brother back tonight. Judge or no judge. If Kansas City gets in your way, if the cops get in your way, if anybody gets in your way, you kill ’em dead.
Some career advice. A whore’s life is five good years, five bad years, and then some half-d*ck sweat stain grinds you out like a cigarette. Like a goddamn spent cigarette.