Fine by me
Me and my crew... we wouldn't be caught dead here.
We ain't a bunch of Humphreydale elitists. We're no Center of Granbury button down collar types.
We're no Yoyodine hipesters, no Gamble City party boys.
No that ain't us at all.
Take a stroll to the seamier parts of the Big Crumble, through Dirty Downtown, cross over to the wrong side of the tracks, find the dirtiest, ugliest, and meanest troglodyte there and ask him where you can find who he is afraid of.
He'll point us out.
We're the ones everyone else is crossing the street to avoid. We are the living embodiment of a punch in the face followed by a kick in the teeth from a steel-toed boot.
Yeah, that's exactly who we are
WE ARE
Edited by Ouch, 01 May 2016 - 02:12 PM.
