Post by Vito The Don on Jun 4, 2009 19:40:29 GMT -5
Vito looks at the fastest hands in Manhattan. He whistles as he throws the bloodied hockey mask out of the window. "Maybe, what's it to you?" He then blows the head off the chainsaw zed and mounts the head on a railroad spike on the bar. "I hope you don't mind ValJohn, just a little trophy for any potential crazies that come in hear.