Hello Monty, a little birdie tells me yer pickin on me girl. This needs ta stop if ya like yer face.
And a little bird told me that she’s f*cking diseased right now. How the F*ck did she turn into a vampire?
You realize what vampires do right?
Yeah! And…we’ll deal with that and I have no idea how this coulda happened. Everything was fine until POOF she’s a vampire…it was like magic of something.
I’m still mad at you though.
Yeah, we’ll yer gonna get straight up p*ssed then.
She loses her temper bad enough is it is, and I don’t like those fangs on her. The moment she uses those fangs of her is the moment I turn her into a pile of ash.
You’ll do no such thing. Vampire or not, ya still gotta go through me if ya want ta get ta her. Ya don’t touch her, understand? I ain’t afraid ta kick yer ass if I have ta Price.
If you keep acti’n like a dumba**, I won’t have to get pass you. Your girl will take care of that for me.
Vampire or not, she’s still me Angie. Ya know me better than anyone, ya should know that no one messes with my girl. All that booze must be killing too many of yer brain cells.
