What do you expect me to do with my face when you have a gun pointed at my head? You here to send me back to the world? What a laugh! I just woke up last week and I'm so muggable I've got 900 dollars in the bank. Should I piss and moan, laugh some more, show you how to stretch your visage into an immortal pose? Here, have my art pass, it's expired. Kick me to the gutter and make sure you have some sort of identification when Redwood City hears the gun fire. 20 more seconds and you will know about crime and punishment.

So, your a shooter? Are you sure? Have you ever stopped to think that you might be just a mere stalker? Oh, a warrior huh? Yeah, I can see you left for dead next to Hagakure. What does your list of needs include? Canned fruit? Capable cheese? Bread and water, cat and mouse? So, your a lion is it?

Well guess what? I'm a lioness at night. I got pride and outlaw pussy on my side. I lick wounds miles wide and tape shut shit head shooter logic. I get ape on that ass and push the shit in. After all, we are all just looking for the Zen monkey, the good time light, the freedom of flight and fancy. I'm cocaine, and I'm bird brains. I'm lips looking stretched to the floor and strong belly and throat cords belting out God's holy redistribution prescription. See my eye? They’re your eyes too.

Bang if you have to, I've got the no time. Here we are having a one word direct repartee.

Will. Choose. Fight. Flee. Come. See. Control. Obscure. Light. Die. Revolve. Breathe. Through. Baby.

Listen for the Salvo after I'm dead and you might learn something.