20: the art of begging

or·i·son
a prayer.

Please don't do it. If there's anything I can give you, anything that will make this better, just let me know, I'll accept it, I'll do it, I promise. Please, just don't. Don't...

Well that's real productive, guy. Why don't you just go hang the rest of the fuckers while you're at it? They all deserve it, don't they? Mr Right Hand of God? Hmm?

Okay, look - what's your name? - Okay, you don't have to tell me, that's fine. But just calm down. Think about what you're doing. We can all make some sense of this if you just give us a few seconds.

Who the fuck do you think you are? Do you know who I am? Fuck you. You can't do shit. I know people, man, and they are going to have your head on a fucking platter, if you don't drop the routine right fucking now.

You'll rot in hell for this.

Alright, do it. Just get it over with. Make it quick.

There has to be something I have that you want. I have money. Connections! I can get you out of the country. No? Okay, okay, well, I can do some fantastic things with my... okay!

You know Jesus loves you, right? There's still time. Give yourself up.

I have kids. Do you have kids? You did? ...What happened to them?... Oh. I'm... I'm sorry to hear that. Listen... I know it's gotta seem very cliche, and all, me telling you to think of the children. But you understand. No, you're right, my kids are probably nothing like yours were. They're probably complete spoiled brats next to yours. No, I'm not - I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that -

Whatever we did to you... we're... I'm... sorry.