Murdock turned and pulled out the twelve-inch machete he had taken from Burns and then walked slowly toward Metzger. As he walked, Murdock rubbed his thumb against the edge of the blade, testing its sharpness.
“We could always neuter him,” Murdock offered to Rose over his shoulder as he advanced on Metzger. “It would be fitting justice for Mister r****t here.”
Mister RapistRose came bounding over to Murdock’s side.
“I like that idea,” she said, with malice in her voice. “Whatever you decide to cut off, stuff it down his throat.” She grinned with evil intent at Metzger. “But only if the knife is dull!”
“This one’s dull,” Murdock told Rose, still running his thumb over the edge.
Metzger’s face remained unreadable. Murdock could see that he was not bothered by what they were saying.
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