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‘That magic space shite with the asthmatic robot and the teddy bears.’
Star Wars. Bob Hoon
“To you, son, I’m the cold north wind that’ll cut you in fucking two. I’m the big angry bastard that’ll huff, and puff, and blow your house down, your world apart, and your balls out through your arsehole. “I am every fucking moment of every fucking nightmare that’s ever popped into that rapey wee head o’ yours, and the only reason I haven’t already cut your bollocks off with this glass is that I need you to answer some questions, and mid-fucking-castration would feel like a somewhat awkward time to start asking them.”
Hoon Part 2
