Can, Na, and Bis, You Bitch!
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“Listen,” I tell you as you collapse into the mud and the blood and the fear. We’re not even at the summit yet, hah. “At least we’re not being chased by anybody.”
You’re unsure of what I mean, I can tell. I tell you not to worry about it, “It’s fine.”
We continue up the mountainside. You’re starting to wonder why you said yes to this. I’ve been wondering too. Nobody knows the answer, nobody knows why, but here we are all the same, walking up the steepest m’fuhcggin’ mountain this side of Wuester Central. Here we are all the fucking same, you bitch! Can, Na, and Bis, you bitch!
A leaf crunches behind me. I spin furiously and whip out a flintlock pistol. It was just a rock, I literally kicked a rock and it rolled and I heard the crunch over my music, and you almost just got shot dead because of it. Goddamn goddamn, wha’d’y’know wha’d’y’know.
You do not ask where I got the flintlock pistol. That’s likely best for the three of us.
Up we go up we go.
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