[The teen glares at the chair as though this whole event is all it's fault, then lets out an irritable sigh and eases himself down, leaning the crutch on the back of the chair]
Tch, they're easy enough to kill. If I wasn't so messed up I would still be out there rippin' them apart.
[The teen pulls out a pack of cigarettes and takes on in his mouth, however when he tries to light it up he finds his lighter is out of fluid]
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Tch, they're easy enough to kill. If I wasn't so messed up I would still be out there rippin' them apart.
[The teen pulls out a pack of cigarettes and takes on in his mouth, however when he tries to light it up he finds his lighter is out of fluid]
mother fucking thing! Not now!