[And Crowley punctuates his sentence by firing another bullet into his wall, getting aggravated again.]
Carthage was my idea, moron. The dogs that ate the Harvelles belonged to me, you stupendous sack of shit. Meg was borrowing them to make Daddy proud -- and not to mention the fact that the situation you are so pissed off about doesn't even involve you.
[Crowley pulls the trigger again, a hole appearing an inch to the left of the previous one.]
So you can either stop being an idiot about grudges that don't exist here or you can continue wasting my time, because I will continue firing these meaningless pieces of metal into my fine oak until I finish drinking whatever is left in this bottle. Your choice, buddy boy. I've got all fucking night.
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[And Crowley punctuates his sentence by firing another bullet into his wall, getting aggravated again.]
Carthage was my idea, moron. The dogs that ate the Harvelles belonged to me, you stupendous sack of shit. Meg was borrowing them to make Daddy proud -- and not to mention the fact that the situation you are so pissed off about doesn't even involve you.
[Crowley pulls the trigger again, a hole appearing an inch to the left of the previous one.]
So you can either stop being an idiot about grudges that don't exist here or you can continue wasting my time, because I will continue firing these meaningless pieces of metal into my fine oak until I finish drinking whatever is left in this bottle. Your choice, buddy boy. I've got all fucking night.