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"Listen now, lighties. I know a few of us have had our differences. No mamparra is gonna tell a different truth. Here's what makes this little band so special. Take a look to the man on your left. Look the mompie in the eyes. He does not give a shit what you have to say. His concern is not havin a nice time, or meetin' your needs. Either of you will live now, perhaps die tomorrow. If one of you is alive, to stand at the others back, you are more likely to survive. You are all not so thuck you cannot see the better odds. A piece of hot, flyin' metal will make no difference to how you feel. You will feel with the gun in your hand-- your bloodlust for these maaifoedie who think they can FUCK with US." |
• Height: 5'8''. I know what you're thinking: Tall for a hare. • Is it pretty tall: It's not my fault I'm surrounded by giant freaks • Build: Wiry, fit. A compulsive vanity case pays off. • Hair: Rust. • Genus: Desert Hare. • Nationality: South Afrikaan • The Noise: Watkin Tudor Jones |
The coats were cut long to the Olde World style, the ties more like scarves in their width and breadth. The hare could rarely be coaxed into keeping his jacket on, wandering around with rolled up shirtsleeves and a neckpiece in disarray.
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