mien prisoner!
you will write your mother. tell her how you will die now.
you will write. how you die alone.
write.
enough. now you will beg for your life.
i am the fucking protocol. beg!
beg - for - your - life!
silence. now i have a little fun.
there are no rules in war.
i shower in the blood of my victims --
don't shoot, please.
no, really, not in the neck -
wow man, this is a really beautiful scene and all, but i have to interrupt. why the fuck did you have to shoot that cap so close to my neck? you gave me a powder burn.
well, what was that whole creepy death wish thing about?
sometimes i get so caught up in the moment.
inspired, wasn't it?
admit it. you were scared.