Not caring about any possible combustibility, he lights up a cigar.
"That's right, Clyde. I kicked the afterlife's ass until it spit me back out here. Regenerate in seconds if ya blow me all to hell, then I come back and put a fist through your gut for puttin' my nose outta joint."
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Date: 2007-04-01 03:04 am (UTC)"That's right, Clyde. I kicked the afterlife's ass until it spit me back out here. Regenerate in seconds if ya blow me all to hell, then I come back and put a fist through your gut for puttin' my nose outta joint."