are you kidding me? he throws down his hand in disgust.
yeah, well, i'm an eternal. optimist. sherrlene tallies the points.
i don't want to scare away any tourists.
goodnight, sherrlene.
you forget your purse? all right, all right, i'm coming. he stands and opens the door.
show's over, pal. victor creed is shrouded in shadows, but when he grins his white fangs gleam. he drapes his arm around beak and drags the birdman inside the trailer.
you want money? there's twenty bucks on the dresser. that's all i
you're the one that's been killing mutants. creed wipes his lips with the back of his clawed hand. beak but you.  you're one of us.
please.  i never hurt anybody, my whole life.