“You better keep your prepubescent eyes off my baby mama, fucker. Or you won’t have balls to drop!” “I have bigger balls than you, fatty,” Tadhg called back, laughing his ass off. “Just ask your mother.” “I’m not fat!” Gibsie roared. “And you leave my mother out of this!” “I’m coming for your girl, Gibs,” Tadhg continued to taunt, thoroughly enjoying driving Gibsie crazy. “Fair warning.” “I’m going to kick you all the way back to primary school,” Gibsie snarled. “Fair warning.”
