You ugly sonofabitch. You think you're so silky smooth because that's what's written on our Interpol Daily Dockets. Do you think I'm scared of your greasy hairdo or Don Nico's stank eau de toilette. And don't even threaten me with your ho's the Pelota girls. I'll pistol-whip them back to the tiny Pampas village that they came from.
Don't worry Che, I'll leave the borracho at home. Instead I'll bring my friends Smith, Wesson, and Signor Baretta to the party.
Tu culo es mio
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