>>5667(Sneering) Love game? How quaint. We're not playing chess, darling, we're taking lives. Yours for instance. And if truth were told, would always have been unless fate intervened in its own hideous way.
>>5669(Hysterically) Stop talking like a revolutionary pamphlet! Death may come quietly when they stand alone, around each of us individually or some quiet commission finds the balance sheet stacks up against one but collective silence is very much killing time while angelic smiles milk us bone dry and burn our daughters to golden crisp perfection.
>>5670(Breathing down his neck) Desperate salesman's desperation drags in cheap orchestra, now hearsay shoots through unexpected channels unscathed.
