Wyrmwood: Road of the Dead Page #4

Do you understand?

You're a piece of sh*t.

You wanna fight me, mate?

I wanna rip

your f***ing head off.

F*** it.

You and me go round and round.

Come on then,

take a f***ing swing.

Come on.

Come on, mate. Don't you f***ing

p*ssy out on me now. Stand up.

Good boy.

Now, I could snap your f***ing

neck in half, right now.

Oh, you...

Oh, f***!

Never... never ever..

Grab a man's balls

in a fist fight.

It shows low character.

What about using a gun?

You're a f***ing dog.

Dog, am I?

You're the f***ing dog, mate.

Jesus Christ.

F***in', this sh*t is over,

mate, alright?

I'm telling ya, some blokes..

Just don't know..

When..

To quit.

Well, there you go.

You're right back

where you started.

Didn't exactly rip my f***ing

head off did ya, mate?

F***, hey.

Sh*t.

They are f***ing disgusting.

Where are you going mate?

You were doing so f***ing well.

Now what are you

going to do with those?

Oi!

What the f***?

Get on the f***ing ground

and put your hands on your head.

So, what's in the truck?

Get down

on the f***ing ground now!

Wrong answer.

You mother f***ers.

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