Do that again and you’lllose that which you believe makes me whole.

And forced me to kill my own brother.

She’d left him.Without a word. Without a thought. She’d left him and now he hadfeelings.For that alone, he’d never forgive her.

Oh, well, that’ll keep me upnights.

the onewho gave me the seed which allowed for your presence.

Drinking and eating. The whoring we will keep until we get yougood and drunk.

Then I guess that makes us perfectly matched, now doesn’t it?