“Damn,” Asa said with a laugh. “That’s fucking cold, bro. I like it.” “No way. These guys all deserve to suffer,” Avi said, once more kicking Gary’s fallen chair. August snickered. “You just like butchering people.” Avi gave him the finger. “I’m not the one who has a kill playlist on Spotify.” August bristled, giving an offended scoff. “You know all the screaming and begging gives me a migraine.”
