” Neither of us have been exactly quiet, dickhead.If the
sniper is here, he must be fucking hearing impaired. “
‘ Let’s settle this out mano a mano. ’
He just lunges at himself. Jason’s
daily quota of fighting hasn’t been filled
yet, and he’s ready to take it out on
himself. Literally.
Trips over pile of sand on the beach.
Looks over at what he tripped on.
“Is that McLovin?”
”Yeah that’s McLovin.”
‘ Rest in peace, McLovin.
He’s not McLovin no more. ’
” Listen dumbass, have you considered
that if the sniper was here, they would
have, oh I don’t know, shot us by now? “
‘ Probably not, considering we’re in the fucking
bushes. Snipers don’t have X-Ray vision, chucklefuck.’
” Well clearlyyou’re doing a mighty fine job of that since
we’ve been standing here, en garde, for two hours. “
‘ Shut up. You’re ruining my concentration.
Do you want to have to stand here for another
few hours? Because you’re going the right
damn way about it. ’
”Remind me again why
we’re just standing here?”
‘ We’re not just standing here.
I’m looking for the damn sniper. ’