Say it with me now: someone's getting fucking fired today!
Nothing brings more glee to my day than goddamn revenge, let me tell you that. Mess with the bull, apply for unemployment. My right hand man, Romulus, has been pretty iffy since I hired him from Murdoch Fenn -- that was my first mistake, let me tell you. If you ever find yourself with a lump of green in your pocket, just remember anything Fenn leaves behind is a mental and physical wreck. I mean, this Rom guy can't do anything right but complain, it's like I'm doing payroll to keep around a fuckin' court room jester.
He messed up my hair, he trashed my night with Elysium, this guy's about to get gutted. I don't do three strikes, because once you've fucked me over twice I already know the third one's coming, baby. The easiest way to get ahead is to cut the runner up anyways, and dude my scissors cut quick. Being naked's part of my creative process, but I wore khaki's just for this, khaki's! Like I'm in primary school.
"Aye, Rom, buddy," I tap his shoulder in the producer tent, I just know the YLIP delay is this dude's problem. Can't trust just anyone, that's for sure -- okay yeah, I elbowed him in the nose and spat on his suit too.