Good one. The cursing really drives the fucking point home.
I already drowned a kitten. That got boring. And I don’t fuck people to amuse myself, I know, I know, it’s hard to believe that not everyone fucks for amusement. Though you seem to be particularly stuffy, maybe you need a good fuck.
Well I fucking thought so.
I’m so fucking glad you’ve filled your psycho quota for the day. Tomorrow you can have a fucking go at the fucking toddlers. And don’t tell me what the fuck I need. Your opinions are about as usefully to me as dog shit.
Why would anyone care?
Fuck off, Evangeline. Just because that fucking stick up your fucking ass is getting uncomfortable does not mean you get to be a bigger fucking bitch than you already are.
Go drown a fucking kitten Or fuck Roman. Whatever it is that you do to amuse yourself.
I am not a fucking chihuahua you incompetent ass. I crawled out of my fucking hole to do my fucking job, something you clearly have no notion of.
But your so fucking whiny. And your voice is to high pitched. Everything just adds up to fucking chihuahua. Anyway I would do my job, but I have a fucking Mernick preventing me from having sex. I don’t know if you realized, but that’s huge fucking part of my job.
Look, it’s my favorite fucking chihuahua. Why have you crawled out of your fucking hole again?
I don’t require any kind of okay to show you to have respect for the people you work for.
Currently, I am only reminded of a very angry chihuahua.
You best learn your fucking place. I’m not against putting you there by any means, and I’m sure Ira would be perfectly willing to let me do just that.
I’m fairly sure that threat is not as fucking exciting as you think it is. Any threat that involves an okay from another fucking person, not really as frightening as it could be. Just a heads up.
How about you give me some fucking respect, you worthless ass?
Well, I might entertain the idea for around three seconds. But the ultimate answer will probably be no.
All of it. Any word that leaves my mouth should be important to you, Incubus.
Unfortunately, that goes against my fucking nature. We could try again, if you could say something of fucking importance.
Is that all anyone does around here? I’m surprised there’s any liquor left in the city.
I’m afraid I’m not entirely sure at what part I was meant to give a fuck in that last statement.