<g> Yes, because crazy recognizes crazy.
Jack Herlocker

Indeed. Who needs a gun? I was a gun.

I am 4'9" tall and 5 lbs wet; but you threaten my son, and I will CRAZY FUCKING MAUL YOU UNTIL YOU ARE DEAD. TWICE. And good luck to anyone trying to convince me to stop kicking your twice dead, mangled body.

Good. Fucking. Luck.

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