QUILL.
I got confused when he did that, as all the men just kelt staring at the boss, and I was not in the midset of reading face and acting out keeping in my curiosity. So I just went towards him and took the paper off from his hand, much to him and all his associates shock. I started to read the paper. That says that he is not a man, that he can't get a simple chip from my hand. And that he should cut his balls off and feed it to dogs.
Stating that if they want one of the member of the crew back, he should send me to him, so that he can get the chip he failed to get out, and since his d**k been retired, send the wife too. Those BASTARDS, "Fuckers!" I recalled them, as I scrunched the paper in my hand. And looked at the sack, pouring blood down on the blood. James!
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