BloodRayne II: Deliverance Page #2

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"as folks say he is.

"I don't care nothing

about how many men

they say he shot. "

The only thing

I plum care about

is where I got

my gun aimed.

Both barrels aimed

right at him I had.

And then I tells him,

"When you see the Devil,

you tell him Flintlock Hogan

sent you. "

Oh!

I shot that cocksucker good!

Now he closer

to the Devil hisself.

Bravo! Bravo!

Ooh-wee!

Mm!

Only two things

a woman is good for.

Making my grub and...

keeping my dick warm.

You say

the sweetest things.

Oh, there's plenty of sweet stuff

where that came from, honey.

Mm-mm!

Yeah!

Unh!

Aah!

Flintlock Hogan.

You're crushing

my windpipe.

You reckon

I'd give up looking for you?

Last time I saw you...

you interrupted a good game.

How about you let me

finish this time?

We can even deal you in.

We don't mind

taking your money.

Oh, come on, baby,

what you say, huh?

Unh!

Come on.

I'll take that.

More whiskey

Come on, fill it up.

I must have

a four-leaf clover

shoved right up

my arse.

You all may as well

fold now

and count your losses.

Otherwise Irish Mick

is gonna send you all home

crying to your mamas.

You sound funny.

I'm an Irishman, darling.

Don't you know what

an Irishman sounds like?

A cross between an a**hole

and a dead man.

Oome on, Mick,

just play your f***ing cards.

Patience is a virtue,

Mr. Hogan.

Full f***ing house.

What you got?

I got that beat.

Four Aces.

Bejesus!

Would you look at that?

You can add that to your list

a what a woman's good for.

Oocksucking

cheating b*tch!

Oome on!

Ain't it like an Irishman

to bring a bottle to a gunfight.

I just had enough

of this sh*t.

Back down, Kentucky.

This is between me

and the little c*nt.

Let's go, Rayne.

Let's settle this outside.

Let's go, Rayne!

I'm done messing

around with you!

Come on!

Go get the Sheriff pronto.

That's more like it.

Miss...

you don't know what

you're dealing with.

Then that's fair...

'cause neither do they.

Oh, Rayne, you know I'm

the best cocksucking shooter

God's America ever spat

into existence.

Sh*t, I done killed 17 men

since last I saw you.

And I counting Ohinamen

and Injuns.

What are you looking for,

some sort of prize?

Prepare to meet

your maker, b*tch.

Uh, your safety, Mr. Piles.

Oh, finally the Wild West.

What the f***?!

A bad reaction to some bullets

and some holy water

and some garlic.

God bless his soul.

If bullshit were music,

you'd be a bleeding brass band!

Now I have had about

enough of all this.

Reskin those pistols,

gentlemen.

I've got this.

See this here scattergun?

I've done killed

over 30 men

with this little lady.

Now we've got some rules

in this town.

And if there is one thing

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