When I watched the mushroom clouds rising, I thought that it was someone's sick joke. I'd prayed for something to wipe away the debt, but this was not what I had in mind.

On Sue

Sue is mean and not nice
That is why I shot her twice.

The end

On Grisworld

Lo to be tough and handsome
Lo to be the best shooter ever
Lo to be Grisworld, Best raider ever

The end

On Sue

Sue is pretty. Sue is nice.
Sue can shoot real good
even at night.

I love Sue.

The end.

On Death

Lo, to die. To kill, to maim.
I really like to watch men die.

I hope nobody kills me.
So I can kill them instead.

The end.

I might have had just a bit of Jet before operating. So I nipped a few arteries I shouldn't have? Who hasn't?

Good patients get a nice, new face. Bad patients bleed all over the floor because they want to screw up their surgeon's life!

I guess I just wanted to show you that there's two sides to every victory. Those who live to revel in it, and those who died making it happen.

Sharon spilled coffee on my new shirt while we were in the lounge this morning. I told her it was fine and we had a good laugh about the whole thing. If she does it again I'll stab her in the fucking throat with my pen.
She's a good kid.

Everything here is meant to kill at your discretion. Except for me. I only kill when I want to.

I've got a weapon for every situation. Hunting, protection, cold blooded murder, HOT blooded murder.

Each weapon tested on someone who deserved it.

Anything that can kill a man, I sell. Except suicidal depression.That is unfortunately not packageable.

One of the joys of top notch taste receptors is getting to enjoy the full flavour without the nasty hangover.

The past, the present and the future walked into a bar. It was tense.