Crack, Guns, Sex, and Other Fun Things

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"Then explain why else there's a man crying in my back yard, holding his groin, screaming in pain, and surrounded by blood."  

[Zahzi]

"Maybe he's an emo and couldn't take the pain so he slit his wrists..?"  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"Checked 'em. Clean as a whistle."  

[Zahzi]

"Ankles?"  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"Who the ******** cuts their ankles?!"  

[Zahzi]

"It's what they USED to do before this wrist crap...."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

".........Are you sure on that?"  

[Zahzi]

Jack just stared at him, his eye twitching.  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"...Jack. Let me see your ankles."  

[Zahzi]

"Why..?"  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"Show me your ankles, Jack."  

[Zahzi]

"Why the hell do you think I'm one of those pussies?"  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"Because you know a lot about them. Now show me your ankles."  

[Zahzi]

"It's the best place to cut someone when you're trying to make a distraction."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"Show. Me. Your. Ankles. Jack." Henry growled, growing impatient.