"You know um, uh, I'm a shark. I attack when I'm hungry. It's instinctual. You know? It’s like, one minute I’m just hanging out, watching lemmings go by, lemmings who might need money. Probably not but you never know. Part of me says ‘Hey whatever’ then something goes off in my brain and sends an impulse to my jaw and bam… a thousand pounds of pressure lock in like a press. You know what I mean? I mean a head your size would burst like an infected kidney, and all I’d remember was how warm the juices were that lapped the back of my uvula that dripped down to stomach land. But we’re friends right? We know each other, we know what we do, who we talk to and what we say to them? I knew we did. Now let’s talk about the letter that liquor got. "
Shit was dark as fuck.