You Think You've Got Me.

You think you have the problem cordoned off; that I'm just going to stay up on this mountain until I starve to death or crawl down with my hands up, beseeching your forgiveness. But that ain't gonna happen, you worthless punks, not in this lifetime. When you least expect it I'm going to rain the devil's own diarrhea down on your scrawny hides. I'm going to send every last one of you to the purgatory you so richly deserve.

And then, you bastards, the town of Angel Pine will burn.

I've got a minigun, a katana, a parachute, some armour and a bicycle.

Let's see what you brought to the party.

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Why no ma'am, I haven't been playing any Grand Theft Auto at all.