Violence is the cut of my jib.
Crushed noses; opened arteries; knees bent and broken 90 degrees against the natural arc; crushed larynx; broken and crushed ankles and wrists; gashed, missing eyeballs; broken eardrums; cracked skulls; dislocated shoulders and hips…
Hurt him. Break him.
Brick to the head. Rock to the temple. Shovel through his guts. Thumb behind the eyeball – peel it out.
I’m taking him out.
Drill this into your head if you want to stay alive through violence.
These and nothing else are our drills.
For those who are mobility challenged: Gun. Knife. Dog. Break out the labor saving devices. Git 'er done.