You stare down at the Vietcong bitch and see the way her head’s all splattered over the cement floor of that blood-smeared warehouse and you got yourself some new found respect for Joker. And some new found hate.
Maybe you didn’t want her dead because she needed to suffer for killing Doc and Eight Ball way she did. They were your buddies. Now they’re just meat.
Maybe you didn’t want her dead because you paid her ten bucks last week to give you the best suck job of your life.
And your life ain’t gonna last much longer out here.
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