CRACK ATTACK!
"What did I tell you?!" You shout at her as you drive your dull knife into her arm, or at least attempt to. It takes more force than you expected due to the unsharpened state of the weapon, and the blade bounces off her arm.
"Ouch!" She yells, rubbing at her arm.
"Yes," You say in a maniacal tone, "And there is more where that came from. Now give me your money least I leave another bruise on your arm!"
She reaches down and picks up the phone. Her voice comes over the loud speaker. "Security, we have a situation in the brain surgery department."
That bitch called security on you! Your own mother!!
She fixes you with an icy cold glare. "This is the thanks I get for letting you drink whiskey and play with hookers instead of going to high school? You are an ungrateful bastard!!"
"Just because we don't know who my father is doesn't make me a bastard!!" You protest, but realise the moment the words leave your mouth that it does and that you are in fact a bastard.
"I hope they take you to the jail department." She tells you.
Entering the brain surgery department you notice three security gaurds headed your way.
"Ouch!" She yells, rubbing at her arm.
"Yes," You say in a maniacal tone, "And there is more where that came from. Now give me your money least I leave another bruise on your arm!"
She reaches down and picks up the phone. Her voice comes over the loud speaker. "Security, we have a situation in the brain surgery department."
That bitch called security on you! Your own mother!!
She fixes you with an icy cold glare. "This is the thanks I get for letting you drink whiskey and play with hookers instead of going to high school? You are an ungrateful bastard!!"
"Just because we don't know who my father is doesn't make me a bastard!!" You protest, but realise the moment the words leave your mouth that it does and that you are in fact a bastard.
"I hope they take you to the jail department." She tells you.
Entering the brain surgery department you notice three security gaurds headed your way.