"Jesus Christ, mafia! Could you hurry it up? I don't see half the shit I want set up. Now! Now, motherfucker!! You union fuckers have one speed only, eh? Why am I paying you? I'll go to the fucking Wal Mart lot and hire the first few dozen cocksucking rednecks I see. I'll put one of my missiles on this fucking thing and...what? Oh yes, Caroline, it's going splendidly."
Davis, I hate that "mind reading creature" shit.
They already know the answer to a question my old Cornell boss asked often. It was:
"What are you trying to pull?"