“You told my workers to disobey my orders,” he said sharply. I thought to myself, Your bloody workers? “They were weakening the straps by punching more holes in them. You know what happened to Duf Delphia. He lost his legs.” He made a dismissive gesture with his hand. “Morrigone reported this to me.” She reported this to you? I thought. He continued. “He will be taken care of. Timbertoes. Sticks. Injury wages. He will have no reason to complain.” “He will have no reason to complain?” I said incredulously. “With his legs gone? How would you feel if you were getting the timbers and sticks and
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Omg hes totally gone to Morrigone... Fuck that bitch. He made john into a little prat
