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- I can't thank you enough for arranging

this on such short notice.

- Well, times like these, we have to move

quickly and stick together.

- That's so true.

Well, I've climbed Mount Everest twice,

and that's not something one does on one's own.

Beating this disease is--

it's an even taller mountain to climb.

- Well, think of Godfrey as the sherpa on whose back Hilary--

somebody rode to Everest's summit.

- Huh.

Well, Sir Edmund didn't actually

ride on Tenzing Norgay's back.

- Well, however he got there, we'll be right there with you.

- Right.

- Norville Knox.

- Godfrey's very own 10 Hot Norway.

- Dr. Johann Pryce, of course.

I'm an aficionado of your work.

Your paper on glycosylated hemoglobin

led to some delicious advances by my own team.

- It is an absolute honor to meet you, sir.

May I congratulate you for having utterly transmogrified

philanthropy from a guilt-driven hobby

of the privileged to a dynamic and transformative tool

that, when systematically deployed

as you have done with such insight and discipline,

has activated and energized the scientific community

to levels of discovery and innovation

never thought possible.

- Why don't you just blow the guy?

- At least a dick in his obsequious little mouth

would shut him up.

What?

- Well, I'm delighted that a man of your stature

is just looking into this wretched disease.

Now, is Dr. Pryce--

- Opir?

No, though the body count he's racked up

beats both of ours combined.

In the name of science, of course.

- May I? - Yes, please.

By all means.

- I'll ask you to keep the fawning to a minimum

when it's me in that body.

- No, you're not playing--

him?

- Handsome, check.

Opir, check.

Rich, double check.

- When you called, you said he was coming to help us.

I thought--

- I was sitting right next to him on his private plane.

What else was I supposed to say?

- If we wipe his brain, it will be a crippling blow

to everything I believe in.

- So it's a short list, then.

- This man is responsible for shaping

the future of our civilization through his patronage

to science.

- And yet, somehow, that future never seemed to include you.

- No, I have access to the Godfrey funds, the White Tower.

I want for nothing.

- Use your imagination.

His resources, his facilities, they could all be ours.

Well, yours.

Or I'll just feast on him.

The scientific community will crumble without his largesse.

I will die without a surrogate body.

And your demonic perversions masquerading as science

will be exposed for the whole world to see.

- Impressive discovery, Pryce.

With our combined resources, this thing

doesn't stand a chance.

- Quite so.

- Jesus, Johann, be a little more careful with my new body,

will you, please?

- It's not yours.

Not yet.

Certain threats were made about sharing

the fruits of my labor--

atrocities, I believe you called

them-- with the authorities.

- I'm putting my life in your bloody little hands.

Some insurance is only prudent.

When I'm certain you've held up your end of the bargain,

I won't need any leverage.

- I'll perform the transfer.

You turn over whatever information you have.

Do we have a deal?

I need to hear you say the words.

- Oh, for fuck's sake, you're such a suspicious little prick.

Yes, we have a deal.

This is your destiny.

I already know why you're calling,

but if you're feeling redundant,

state your need after the beep.

- D, honey, I got us breakfast.

- She's not here.

- Where is she?

- She didn't come home last night.

I thought maybe she crashed at your place.

- Well, she didn't.

- Where could she be?

- After all the lies you've been telling her,

maybe she's on a bender.

- Destiny wouldn't do that.

And I came here to tell her the whole story.

- Which version?

But your ass is covered no matter what crock of shit

you and Baj are telling anyway.

I'm here every morning, and I watch her cry

until there's nothing left.

I listen to her trying to figure out how her cousin could

break her heart like this.

I'm there for her.

And you, ride or die, go fuck yourself.

- I can't go back in time.

All I can do is try and find her and make things better.

- You want to know what Destiny was like before you showed up?

She was happy.

And all you found out about this cabin

is that it's not in Connecticut?

- Its connection to Essex and Plum Island nearby-- it seemed

reasonable to assume that--

- Quit your yammering.

You have nothing.

- I do not have nothing.

I have a blinding headache and a fucking

facial tic from playing Where's Waldo for the last 37

hours straight.

- Do you think I give a fuck?

If you can't find this place, I'll shitcan you myself

and find someone who can.

- Are you gonna kill me now?

- I'm not a murderer.

Go on, get it over with.

I'll make it easy for you.

- I'm not a murderer!

You saw what happened.

She came in here shrieking at me after I

was almost gunned down.

Then she hit me.

I shouldn't have hit her back, but no way did I mean for--

- What about after that?

- She was dying.

If Peter saw her like that, it wouldn't have mattered

if it was an accident or not.

He would have come after me until one of us was dead.

And he wouldn't have stopped with just me.

You were there too.

I didn't have a choice.

You have to understand that.

- I understand, Roman.

I do.

- I didn't mean to hurt anyone.

- But you did.

And you'll have to learn to live with that.

I took many lives when I was finding my way.

It wasn't until I turned my life over to the will of god

that I was able to accept myself--

in spite of what I'd done.

Penance.

Atonement.

Forgiveness.

These aren't just words.

- That shit doesn't work for me.

The fucking priest man told me so himself.

- I don't know what this priest told you

or what you think you heard.

But I do know this.

There are many rooms in my father's house.

- For me, I'm 100% certain there's no room at the inn.

Fuck.

Remember what happens if he finds out-- to him, to you.

- Destiny didn't come home last night.

Is she here?

- I haven't seen her since the funeral.

- Please excuse me.

Sorry I have to leave so soon, but

I'm late for an appointment.

- What about you?

Has she reached out to you?

- No, she didn't.

- Destiny probably just needs some space after all this.

She'll turn up.

Come on.

I got something to show you.

- This was in Trevor's head.

- And so was I. I saw all of it--

the cabin, Spivak, everything.

- This is big.

- We're so close.

We should head over to the White Tower

and keep the pressure on them to find this place.

- I can't do anything until I know where Destiny is.

- I've got to say, I think you're overreacting.

This is the break we've been waiting for, Peter.

- I'm not going to be any use to us until I'm sure she's OK.

What happened to your hand?

- I was shooting in the boardroom, I told you.

Destiny's a grown-ass woman.

What are you so worried about?

- Everything.

I'm worried she went to the cops

and they're keeping her on ice somewhere, or Milan got to her,

and now Spivak's going around letting up on people.

Who the fuck knows what happened to her?

- She already went after Milan once.

- Yeah, if he gets a whiff that I

do not have her under control, she's going to be fucked.

- So if she's planning on taking

another run at this prick--

- Yeah.

What am I supposed to do, ring his doorbell

and be like, hey, by the way, my cousin's going to try

and murder you again?

In case you haven't taken her out already.

- I have another approach.

- Have as much as you want.

It's crabapple juice.

It's supposed to be an antioxidant,

which I guess is a good thing.

- I wasn't snooping.

- This palace is for the enjoyment

of all who enter within.

Oh.

- I was worried about you.

Where have you been?

- I needed a think--

a deep one, which I do best when I'm by my lonesome

and when I have my thinking cube.

It's my re-imagining of a cultural icon--

blue symbolizing blue.

- What did you need to think about?

- Butterflies.

- Butterflies?

- Well, the monarch butterfly congregates in Maine

during the warmer months because

of its fondness for milkweed.

I was thinking about hitting the road, getting a look see.

It's supposed to be a sight so beautiful

it moved God to invent the eyeball so we could see it.

- You're leaving?

- I was hoping to change that to the first person plural.

Two of us, open road, butterflies.

We could leave tonight.

I sense reluctance.

- They treat me bad enough around here.

Why would it be different anywhere else?

I'm a big freak.

- I believe it was Jimi Hendricks who urged us

to wave our freak flag high.

You, being taller than most, are ideally

suited to do just that.

It's time for you to get out there, go some of those

places you've only read about.

I'd be honored mightily if you'd have

me as your fellow traveler.

- Big decision.

- Yeah, as decisions go, probably--

which will require a think.

And this.

- Olivia.

Olivia.

Congratulations.

The transfer was a success.

Meet the new you.

- Oh, my god.

I'm-- I'm--

- What is it?

Visual discrepancies?

Blurred vision?

Haloing?

- I'm-- I'm a fucking hunk.

- I take that you mean your condition is satisfactory?

- Oh, better than satisfactory.

I feel-- I feel healthy.

Oh, it's been so long I've forgotten what it's like.

And my mind--

I've got my mind back.

Oh, that little bastard is finally gone.

- What little bastard?

- Never mind.

Wow.

This is what all the fuss is about?

- I'm swinging one of these, now

I'm just plain better than every woman on the planet?

I could get used to this.

Ooh.

Ooh.

Mm.

Sheesh.

Doesn't take much to get it excited.

- You'll have the rest of your unnaturally long life

struggling to avoid all the trouble

your new friend gets you into.

But right now, it's time to follow through on our deal.

You get rid of your leverage, then we get rid of the old you.

- Snuffed out in our sleep after such a valiant struggle.

Sad.

- No, but here you are, ready to carry the torch.

It's not a death.

It's more like a rebirth.

- Still, I'd like to do something for her.

Send her out on a high note.

- What exactly did you have in mind?

- I need to take the new body out for a test drive

before you 86 the old one.

God knows she could use a lay.

- Your narcissism truly knows no bounds.

After you've finished, I expect you to hold

up your end of the bargain.

- Yeah, sure.

Fine.

Whatever you want.

- Then by all means, Olivia, go fuck yourself.

- Olivia.

- Are you-- are we--

did it work?

- Mommy, you have no idea.

- What?

What?

- However, comma, previous experiments

have resulted in spontaneous neural decompensation, comma,

possibly resulting in death, which would be--

--highly desirable and cause for celebration.

- Don't listen to him.

It is a blemish, that's all.

- I'm not telling you anything we didn't already know.

- I am not horrific!

- OK, I overstated the case.

But, dear girl, you and I both know you're not well.

- I warned you that this would happen.

- Did you have a better idea to keep me alive?

No.

- Both of you, stop it!

- Johann, she is batshit crazy.

- Crazy is not a dispositive term, medically speaking.

- She's arguing with an imaginary friend.

I'm pretty sure that qualifies as

crazy pretty much everywhere.

- I am still here, and you are going to treat me with respect.

Because without me, you would not be me.

- Everybody pipe down!

Identity dissonance would not be

an issue if we'd gotten rid of the old anatomy,

as I'd recommended.

- Mm, you're right.

I think we need to get rid of this thing,

the sooner, the better.

- Oh, first you want to fuck me,

and now you want to throw me away.

You really are the perfect male specimen.

- Maybe next time you'll listen to Chango.

There is a reason I'm revered as a demigod.

- Honey, look.

This is what we wanted.

And I'm healthy for the first time in who knows how long.

And I can see.

I can really see what this disease has done to us.

- Is it really that bad?

- Can't you see that we just want what's best for you?

- Do not patronize me.

- Olivia, meet Olivia.

- Hard nosing the highway?

- Aitor is leaving town.

- You're going with him, of course.

- I'm thinking about it.

Dumpster dived this.

Not sure I can fit everything in it, though.

- Always better to pack light.

- Not sure I want to go.

Finally have somewhere I belong.

I have friends.

- You gotta put your tag in different cities

if you want to be a legend.

- I don't want to be a legend.

- You pretty much already are.

Girl falls down, next thing you know,

she's got 2 million views.

- How is that even possible?

- Nacho tweeted the link to Snoop Dogg, got his co-sign.

Another million hits, who knows?

He'll be rolling up here wanting to produce your shit.

- What shit?

- You put this place on the map.

- So why would I want to leave?

- You got to take this energy that you got someplace new

and make your mark there.

And when you do, that place will tag you right back.

You feel me?

- No.

But I don't think I'm cut out for that kind of life.

- You owe it to yourself to find out.

Damn.

Still missing something.

- Butterflies.

- That's real spit.

- I have run every test, checked for cerebral ischemia

by monitoring microcirculatory blood flow.

- Any HD fluorescence?

- You ever wonder if he just makes this shit up?

- You close your yap. I'll handle him.

- You ask me a question, I answer it,

you tell me to close my yap.

- I don't care what your tests say.

Something's not right with him.

- I know firsthand how disconcerting it

can be to take a cold, hard look at oneself.

And you, of all people.

- It's a living nightmare, trust me.

- But the fact is this was a successful transfer.

- You want me to believe that thing has all my thoughts,

all my memories, everything that makes me me?

- Unfortunately for him, yes.

But Olivia, we've been through this.

- Oh, she understands perfectly well how this works.

The old anatomy is just getting cold feet.

- I am not letting you get rid of me

until I know for sure that me is the real me.

- You want to test me?

- Sure.

- OK.

Take your best shot.

- Ask him what our first leading role was.

- What was our first leading role?

- Lady Macbeth.

- Easy.

The real you would know how you got the role.

- That's right.

And how did we get that role?

- Fucked the producer every Sunday after the matinee

for the run of the show.

He would weep every time he orgasmed.

- Mm, a detail I'd just as soon forget.

- Oh, Chango must be throwing a holy shit

fit about this transfer business,

because he needs to find another idiot's imagination

to become a figment of.

Is that proof enough for you?

If she wants to stick around, who cares.

Let her suffer and die a horrible death

while I'm living large and getting

more ass than a toilet seat.

- There.

I would never say something that vile.

- You're just jealous because you know it's true.

I'm hitting my stride, and you haven't

been able to walk into a room and turn heads

since the Volstead Act was repealed.

- You conceited bastard!

- OK, enough, enough, enough, enough, enough.

Nobody is going anywhere as long as this sword of Damocles

is hanging over my head.

- Oh, well, I'll make the call for you

and end this little blackmail.

I know everything she knows.

- The individual entrusted with chapter and verse

of his many crimes against humanity answers only

to Olivia Godfrey.

- Mm-hmm.

- The real Olivia Godfrey.

- Olivia.

If you want to stick around and watch nature run its course,

I can't stop you.

But there's something I think you'd like to see.

- Really, Johann? More rat porn?

- What you're about to see is a test

subject in the advanced stages of the disease,

much like yourself.

- He kills all of his friends.

I know.

This one goes a step farther.

After rewiring the brain of the host

to prey upon its own species, the disease

triggers a complete self-cannibalization.

All part of Spivak's plan, no doubt,

to eradicate the entire species.

In a few days, or maybe a few hours, this will be you.

This is what I'm trying to spare you from.

The transfer worked.

Your legacy is secure.

Don't you want to go out in a manner of your own choosing?

- This is not going to happen to me.

I can't.

- Olivia, have the good sense to know when you've won.

- We're looking for Destiny.

- Fuck!

Gah!

You have no idea the shit rain you cockroaches walked into.

Your entire bloodlines-- Rumancek, Godfrey--

are about to become extinct.

Yeah, I know who you are.

- He thinks he knows who we are.

Funny, huh?

- Hmm.

- Are you ready to take us seriously now?

- God, our father, your power brings us to birth.

Your providence guides our lives.

And by your command, we return to dust.

Lord, those who die still live in your presence.

Their lives change, but do not end.

- You're welcome to stay as long as you like.

That's what the Lord's house is for.

Is there anything I can do to help?

- You can pray for me, Father.

What?

What the fuck are you?

- You tell us everything we need to

and you'll never have to find out.

- I never saw your cousin, but I can help you find her.

- What, putting up flyers?

- I'll call Luca.

He's the guy I had watching her ever

since she tried to stick a knife in me.

You keep tabs on her enemies if you want to survive.

- He makes one phone call, his crew's going to swarm on us.

- I could have took out your whole fucking organization

for what Andreas did.

But you convinced me to listen to reason.

Don't throw that away on account of something

I had nothing to do with!

- He's lying.

He's lying.

- We don't know that.

- I offered to help not get myself killed.

- If I get the slightest itch that you're lying

or you try to bolt--

you're going to call your guy.

And if she doesn't turn up, I want you to feel--

- Hey, Peter, is this Andreas watch?

You said it was a Panerai?

- When I find Destiny, I'm going to make

sure that she gets this.

- I'll set you up with a slow morphine drip

until you fall asleep, and then I will gradually

increase the dosage to make your transition

as peaceful as possible.

- That doesn't sound too unpleasant.

- Well, if a sudden cardiac arrest from drug overdose

is your thing--

- Everything that I said before--

you know us.

We speak without thinking how our words affect those

that we care about the most.

But from where I stand, I see a very brave woman.

And I will do my best to live up to our legacy.

- Lies.

- What else was he gonna say, don't

let the door hit you in the ass on your way

to eternal nothingness?

- Just try to relax.

- You'll be dead soon.

- Johann, I know we've had our differences.

But I want you to know, you've always been a worthy adversary.

Pass me the phone.

There's a scientist I have to rescue from a certain sword

of Damocles.

- Do not do this.

With Knox's money, maybe we could find--

- Look, time for bargaining has passed

along with anger and denial.

All that's left now is acceptance.

Wasn't much to it.

I just left a packet with a lawyer, along with instructions

to leak it to the press if he didn't hear from me

every other day.

Skip Osaka. Put me through.

I'm afraid he's busy.

- I don't care if he's busy.

It's Olivia Godfrey.

Can you please hold?

- I'm on hold.

- You're as good as your word, Olivia.

I'll never forget it.

- He says as he jizzes his pants,

because he's free at last.

- You remember what Father told us after the peasant uprising

in Moldova?

He said-- he said--

he said the piehole is for loading and unloading magnum

like the Andalusian girls.

Miss Godfrey, Dr. Pryce, the specimen I was testing is--

something is wrong here.

Johann, like the Thunder said, someone else was in here.

What's happening to me?

- The fuck is going on here, Joann?

This was your plan all along.

Get me out of the picture, knowing full well

that gash man over here would spaz out,

leaving you cock of the walk.

- I-- I knew there'd be risks.

There are always risks.

But the odds--

- Kill, kill, kill.

- I thought you two being Opirs, the genetic material

would be more than a match.

- Remember this?

I'm gonna finish the job this time.

- You kill me, there'll be no one to keep you from devouring

yourself like that rat--

gagging on your own intestines, chewing on your own shit.

- Ew.

- You said something about this match not being close enough?

- Anything that significantly diverges

from your genomic synthesis will end up exactly like that.

It's just a matter of time.

You have to admit, it was a good plan.

- When we're on the same side, we're unstoppable.

So finding a candidate closer to my genomic synthesis--

are we talking family members?

- Well, I would have to analyze the nucleotide sequencing.

- Get to work.

Don't fuck this up.

- What about him?

- Waste not, want not.

- Well, then, I'll leave you to it.

- Enough.

We need him alive.

Enough!

- Destiny was here.

Where is she no?

- I never saw her.

- Why did you have her ring?

This has been in our family for generations.

- What would I want with a stone that small?

Hmm?

I couldn't fence it if I wanted to.

- A trophy like Andreas's watch?

- Maybe somebody doesn't want us choosing.

They're framing me, pitting us against each other.

- Who would want to do that?

- Fucking rivals.

Italians.

Chinatown boys.

The Mexicans.

- Sure, yeah, blame it on the Mexicans.

- You-- you were over looking at my stuff

when that ring appeared.

- What are you trying to say? - Fuck this!

Fuck!

He could be telling the truth.

And if he's being set up, she could still be alive.

- He's having her followed.

Her grandmother's ring was in his dressing room.

We gotta face the facts here.

Destiny's not coming back.

- We don't know that.

I mean, she could have--

she could-- she could--

she could-- ooh.

- I'll find out what he did with her.

- No more.

No more!

I can't!

I can't.

- I know what you did.

You don't want to cop to it, that's fine.

But right now, let's see what your errand boy, Luca, knows.

- No one followed her.

- You say you always keep tabs on your enemies.

Either you're lying then or lying now.

Which one is it?

- I read somewhere that a broken femur

is the most painful injury the human body can experience.

- Mm.

It was a fucking--

it was a fucking trap.

I didn't do anything to that chick.

You know how many enemies I have?

Hmm?

Destiny, she never even rated.

- Where is she?

- Jesus.

Fuck!

Fuck!

OK!

I'll tell you.

She-- uh, she came.

She came looking for revenge for what we did to her man,

just like you said.

And I put her on a plane out of the country,

just like we did with that whore who was fucking Andreas.

She-- she knew that it was catch a flight or a bullet.

I didn't do anything to her, I swear.

- You're lying.

- Uncle Johann.

- Shelley, you have become such a celebrity.

- Well, what are you doing here?

- I'm afraid it's not a social call.

It's about your mother.

- Is she OK?

Roman told me she's sick.

- She is not at all well.

If you see her coming, I need you

to call me immediately and promise to get as far away

as you can, no matter what.

- Oh, my god.

Is she going to be OK?

- She's receiving state of the art medical attention, which

I'm overseeing personally.

- Then she's in good hands.

The best.

Can you keep a secret?

I'm leaving Hemlock Grove tonight.

This time tomorrow, I'll be up in Maine chasing butterflies.

- I don't think it's safe for you to be traveling all alone.

- Can you keep another secret?

- Sometimes I fear that's all I'm good at.

- I have a boyfriend.

Now that you're here, I'll introduce you.

I already know you'll get along.

Aitor gets along with everybody.

- You are truly full of surprises.

I am so happy for you, Shelley.

Truly happy.

Can I share a secret of my own?

- Do tell.

- I've been seeing someone myself.

- What's he like?

- It feels--

I don't know how to describe it.

- Like you can be your ideal self.

Because that's what he sees when he looks at you.

- What am I going to do without you?

- Write.

Every day.

- Well-- well, where is your special someone?

I can't wait to meet him.

- I almost believed him.

- He was a good liar, but he got what he deserved.

- Still, Destiny's dead because of me.

- Edgecliff Woods-- told me his guys

were going to bury us there.

- I swear I didn't make him up.

- No, I don't think Aitor Quantic is something anybody

could make up.

- There he is.

- Story time.

- You're gonna love this.

- There's a story about a man and three wishes.

There's no genie, but there is a bottle.

Because our man was a drinking man.

- Yeah. - Yeah?

Yeah!

- And one night, he found himself face to face

with one of his darkest fears.

This particular bottle that had given him so much

joy and pleasure was empty.

In fact, there wasn't a drop left in the whole house,

and no money to buy more.

That's when he made his first wish.

He summoned all the powers from realms seen and unseen,

and wished for another bottle.

And when he opened his eyes, he saw

all the empty bottles lying around

and realized his wish had been granted.

He could take them to the store,

collect the deposit money, and buy more booze.

So he jumped in his truck and hauled ass out of there.

But he didn't check the view as he backed up,

so he didn't see what made the loud and

terrible thunk he heard when the truck rolled over it.

He made a second wish.

He summoned those powers from realms seen and unseen.

Please, please, please don't let it be the neighbor's dog.

Lo and behold, his wish was granted.

It wasn't the neighbor's dog.

It was an old man just walking by.

Cause of death-- tire tracks on or about the head.

I went to jail for vehicular homicide.

I did my time.

When I was released, I thought I

knew more than the authorities, so I skipped out on parole.

I was still suffering from that disease of self that got me

drinking in the first place.

I've been a fugitive ever since.

Now, this former drinking man is me.

I made a third wish.

I wished for something so rare, so impossible,

the odds of me finding it were due south of none.

All the powers from realms seen and unseen notwithstanding.

I wished for a soulmate.

And a woman so rare, so beautiful, and unique

came unto me causing me to say, what's up?

I, uh, asked her to come away with me.

To run away would be more accurate,

because I can't stay here.

I'm afraid of being caught for what I did.

That's my disease itself, rearing its ugly head.

Because-- because what I was really asking her to do

was hide herself in the world.

She's already done enough hiding.

That wouldn't be fair.

I wish things could be different.

But I'm all out of wishes.

So with this siren song as my swan song, I bid you all adieu.

- We should get out of here.

- Don't go.

I love you.

Stay where you are.

Please do not run.

I repeat, do not run.

You will make it worse for yourself.

What?

It's late.

Who is this?

- Yeah, hi.

This is Detective Israel.

I'm hoping you can help me with an ongoing

homicide investigation.

I'm following up on a lead regarding

the murder of Meryl Sammis and his family.

They were found frozen to death in South Erie last week.

- I don't even know who that is.

If this is some kind of a prank call, I'm not in the mood.

- Helmet Smorgasbord.

Does that mean anything to you?

Mr. Sammis texted that to your phone the day he died.

- Where did you say you were calling from?

South Erie.

- Blinsky.

I wasn't sleeping.

- You weren't answering your phone, either.

Erie.

Erie, Pennsylvania.

That's where we need to be looking.

Put it in the fucking computer!

Even with the zip code, this would take a while.

- We got him.

We fucking got him!

Mwah!

- I'm looking for some protection.

- I'm fresh out of condoms.

Try holding an aspirin between your knees.

- I live alone, and there have been some

break-ins in my neighborhood.

- Say no more.

Just so happens, we're having a world's

gone to shit special this week for the ladies.

Taurus 4541, great conceal and carry.

A Smith and Wesson MP 22, and the SIG Sauer P226,

all available in breast cancer pink.

- Mm.

I was thinking more along the lines of a Desert Eagle.

Recoil on a weapon like that will

land you on your pretty little bubble butt

back in last Tuesday.

- You guys didn't think my pretty little bubble butt was

so helpless when we were dropped in the LZ

to patch up Chosen Company, 2nd Battalion,

after the Battle of Wanat.

God's Own Angels, I think the GIs called us.

- Sorry about the jokes.

- It's all right.

Nothing I haven't heard before.

I need some hollow points, 125 grain, jacketed.

- Jesus, what kind of burglars are we talking about here?

- The kind you drop fast and they don't get up.

That's as sweet as it came

In that Malibu Rum

With a mouth full of smiles

Like 12 million suns

But go messing with her, son

She'll put you in check

With your ass in the air

And a boot on your neck

Rambo Breezy ain't scared

She just throwing it down

So you best come correct

Or get run out of town

'Cause she'll swarm like a G

On you and your sack

Over under, don't matter

'Cause you lost the bet

She plank so good

She plank so hard

Got a plank like her

Or we pull your card

We be planking too

Do you be planking, boo

Mo planking, mo planking

Ha, ha