He's fucked in the head, the world's fucked in the head - and you're fucked in the head 'cause MY fucked up head is inside it.
Guess if you want to save the world, that's the first step - get fucked in the head.

Seedy bars, betrayal, a beguiling woman... Sounds like something out of a pulpy noir thriller.
"Pepe was used to listening to his customers' complaints. But now it was he who needed to get something off his chest. It was the same old story - an unfaithful wife, in a city where everything was uncertain..."

If planting bombs net enough, what can you do? You become bomb.

He burned down half the city just to prove he was right and burned the other half just for fun.

Once upon a time, people were talking to graves and nobody batted an eyelid, right?