Blew right past terror level orange an right in the red, then. Bush Pube W. would be proud. [At the mention of rotting dogs Badou's cool composure falters. If it's as bad as who let the dogs out back home, and the vague aftermath of the shit here he remembers...plus that fucking sacrifice dick plot. God dammit] This is gonna blow considerable goddamn chunks.

Never thought your life would fuckin be micromanaged by a whipper snapper either, didja? Ahhhh hell. I hear ya loud an clear, Mama bear. I'll do some push ups. [Not that he cares o-or anything-] But if I hear you've gotten yourself in deep shit again, like kidnapped Phantom of the Oprah or whatever style, I'm gonna hold our beer hostage, I swear to tap dancin' titty christ. Go punch your bags. Old bags included if ya must.