Blood Punch Page #4

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Now me, I f***ing love guns.

I love 'em, I don't give a

f*** who they're pointed at.

But you know what I love

more than guns, Milton?

It's bullets.

I f***ing love bullets.

Do you know why?

Probably because they

fit so well into the guns.

A bullet always tells the truth, Milton.

Isn't that right, baby?

A bullet always tells the truth.

Damn f***ing straight.

That's why whenever I load my gun I

always like to keep one chamber empty.

Then I spin the wheel of fate...

And I never know which

one the empty chamber is.

Nobody does.

Nobody but the bullets.

I see.

Is that something they teach

you at the police academy?

Or... is that your own kind of special...

You f***ed her, didn't you, Milton?

Sorry... didn't I?

Did you?

Did I?

Did you f*** her?

- Milton just...

- Skyler, shut the f*** up.

I didn't ask you a damn thing.

I'm talking to my pal, Milton here.

- Russell, listen.

- No you listen.

I know you f***ed her, Milton.

I know you did.

And that's fine.

I don't have any problem with that.

You don't?

No.

See, Skyler did... what she had to do...

to get you here.

But you know what I can't have?

What I absolutely can not risk

is you falling in love with her.

I just met her.

So...

What the f*** does that prove?

Man... I fell in love with Skyler

the moment I laid eyes on her.

She was the hottest piece of 12

year old ass I had ever f***ing seen.

Weren't you, baby?

I was the hottest piece of

12 year old ass I'd ever seen.

No.

I'm sorry Milton... but

there's too much at stake here.

I'm gonna have to ask

you to prove this to me.

Well, there's no way... I can't

prove that I'm not in love with her.

I think you should try...

Russell, this is crazy. I've never

used one of these things before.

So what? You just pull the f***ing trigger.

I mean, you're not in love with her,

right? This shouldn't be a problem.

Stop f***ing around, Milton,

just do it, get it over with.

Skyler, would you shut

the f*** up over there?

Can't you see Milton is

trying to concentrate?

Ok, see what I'm gonna do... I'm

gonna put one bullet in the chamber

- and then I'm gonna count to five...

- No, Russell... Wait!

Ok, wait! No, wait! Wait! No!

What can I say?

I count pretty f***ing fast.

- Now, I'm gonna count to five again!

- You know what, Russell?

You're way too f***ing stupid

to count to five, so f*** you.

F*** me?

F*** me!

Yeah, f*** you, you shoot me, and you can

f***ing kiss all that meth money goodbye!

You think I won't, motherf***er?

You f***ing think I won't, huh?

Go ahead.

If you two faggots are done

sucking each others' d*cks...

Thanks.

No problem.

No.

Just uh... let me ask you one thing.

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