I don't want to have to hurt you,
but I have a very special set of skills
and I am not afraid to use them.

So, shall we dance?





Oh,
so it turns out
you had that to use
against me.

And now I'm
lying in this alley
with a couple of  
bullets in my stomach.

And there's a black cat on the dumpster across from me, staring at me.

Is he a gatekeeper to the afterlife?

If so, I probably shouldn't be an *** in my last minutes.

Well, this *****.




Can you go to hell for writing bad checks?