Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 3, 2007 1:26:26 GMT -5
"How about for, you know, blowin' crap up?"
"Like, I dunno, buildings fulla deaders ... or prissy-ass DEM people ... or hey, barricades?"
"What say, Vito, you got anything that'll fit in that tube?"
Mel rolls the bottle she's holding to the hooded kid, gives the bartender a 'gimmie' gesture. "One more a' those, and I know you have it, and I'll make sure he points the damned thing outside when it goes off."
"Oh hey, Toots. No tradee-tradee tube for tube, savvy?"
"Like, I dunno, buildings fulla deaders ... or prissy-ass DEM people ... or hey, barricades?"
"What say, Vito, you got anything that'll fit in that tube?"
Mel rolls the bottle she's holding to the hooded kid, gives the bartender a 'gimmie' gesture. "One more a' those, and I know you have it, and I'll make sure he points the damned thing outside when it goes off."
"Oh hey, Toots. No tradee-tradee tube for tube, savvy?"
