Yeah, the cut throats and the pigs. But who wants all that blood spilled, judge, huh? Isn't there a simpler way of not pissing off the big vipers?

Change ain't looking for friends. Change calls the tune we all dance to.

The world ends when you're dead. Until then, you got more punishment in store. Stand it like a man, and give some back.

Bloodletting on my premises that I ain't approved I take as a f***ing affront. It puts me off my feed.

Don't I yearn for the days when a draw across the throat made f**king resolution.

Pain or damage don't end the world.

Act averse to nasty language and partial to fruity tea.