“Bug spray your local capitalist!”

“You just bug sprayed me!” the CEO shrieked. “In the mouth!”

“Look at it this way, at least the flies won’t be attracted to all the shit you’re spewing.”

“Who did you think you were dealing with? Some old witch, hiding away from the world? Maybe a hunched up little grandparent? Well, let me tell you, child — they don’t hand out titles like Butcher to just anyone.”

“I’m here, I’m queer, and I’ve got an axe.”

“Really? 🙂 That’s so interesting. 🙂 Do you have any sources for that? :)”

“Um -”

“That was uncalled for.”

“So was shooting me!”

“Time to kill.”

“Maybe in like two weeks? When the security is all gone?”

“Nope. Now.”

“Oh, I am in pain -”

“Yeah, the singing is pretty awful, huh?”

“No like I’ve been stabbed.”

“This is the best fucking restaurant in the city -”

“It’s the only fucking restaurant in the city!”

“That is the wrong fucking verbiage to be using with me, Countex.”