Being told by a drunken cop
"You no good dastardly piece of shit
You spend all our pennies and hide in the woods
Thinkin' we'd never find ya.
You dadstardly son of a poor family
No job, on drugs to get high
I bestow onto you an evil curse
And you will lose one of your eyes
You tattle tale, no good boy..."
And the cop doesn't finish his sentence
He pulls out a knife
Pulls the boy's head back by his hair...
(Sometimes, I wonder how in the hell I come up with weird shit like this.)
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