
fun. wrote:Give me a second I, I need to get my story straight.
My friends are in the bathroom getting higher than the empire state.
My lover she is waiting for me, just across the bar.
My seat's been taken by some sunglasses, asking 'bout a cigar.
Righ' there luv; we gonna set ourselves a lickle bit of a ground rules now, see? Firs' off, yeh can't touch m'ink. savvy? It's tender, and th' people who put it there will be a migh' frustrated if ya muck about in it. Second, y'can't look at m'scars. Sure, there are scars aplenty, but ain' none o' em there fer yer lookin. Le's recap: one, no lookin; two, no touchin'. Savvy? Grea', yer a good bird. Third an' final, if yer gonna do this job wi' me, ya gotta know m'policy. I don' wait fer nobody. Now, I know the nay-sayers. "But Badger!" they whine, "What if I been tagged by a goddamn blue shirt, an' yer the only savin' grace I got for myself?" Well, tough shit, lad. I don' stop for nobody. Yeh dumb enough ta get tagged by some fire, yeh weren' smart enough ta survive th'job.
Those're the rules, those're the job stats. If ya don' like 'em, ya can move righ' along.
Savvy?