Hannibal King: You're gonna be sorry you did that.
Asher Talos: Why? [Kicks him] No one's coming for you, King-shit.
Hannibal King: Sure they are. See, when you join our club, you get all these groovy little door prizes. And one of them is this nifty little tracking node surgically implanted in your body. That way, if one of us goes missing, the others check the satelite, which is in space... and presto. Instant cavalry. [Asher starts mockingly clapping] You like that? Go **** your sister.
Jarko Grimwood: Yeah. [Hits King in the back of the head]
Danica Talos: Okay, King. Where's this little "tracking node" of yours?
Hannibal King: It's in my right ass cheek. [Danica slaps him] Fine. It's in my left ass cheek. [Danica slaps him] Okay, seriously, now. It's in the meat of my butt just below the Hello Kitty tattoo. [Danica kicks him in the groin] Seriously, just pull down my tightie-whities and see for yourself.
Danica Talos: Enough! It's not funny anymore.
Hannibal King: No, it's not you horse-humping BITCH! But it will be a few seconds from now. See that tickle that you're feeling in the back of your throat right now? It's atomized collital silver. It's being pumped through the buildings air conditioning systems you ****-juggling THUNDER****!! [Jarko Grimwood coughs a fire ball] Which means the fat lady... should be singing... right... about... NOW! [Nothing happens] This is awkward. [Still nothing] Do you have a cell phone?
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