When, not if, me and my goons circle him on a deserted dark empty street, swinging chains and tossing knives from hand to hand, I look forward to telling him deadpan: "No one will ever believe you."
When, not if, me and my goons circle him on a deserted dark empty street, swinging chains and tossing knives from hand to hand, I look forward to telling him deadpan: "No one will ever believe you."