"Thanks!" Donny said somewhat sarcastically after he got out the door. "Well, I guess I do look slightly better than gecko shit. Don't have a carbine anymore, though. Eh, doesn't matter. If I'm lucky, a high-rolling asshole in this next suite'll buy me another one, maybe a sawed-off, and a shit ton of ammo to boot."
Donny contemplated whether or not to tell someone about the trio. They said they weren't working for someone, he thought, and lettin' me out showed a nice bit of compassion on their part, which I might just repay. Besides, I don't totally trust anyone here yet, except maybe for Jayne. Now I just need a room. He knelt down in front of suite #5, and got out his kit.
"This oughtta be a pin tumbler, too, and this time I'm killing the ************ inside, I don't give a flyin' fuck if he's got a Fatman!"
Donny contemplated whether or not to tell someone about the trio. They said they weren't working for someone, he thought, and lettin' me out showed a nice bit of compassion on their part, which I might just repay. Besides, I don't totally trust anyone here yet, except maybe for Jayne. Now I just need a room. He knelt down in front of suite #5, and got out his kit.
"This oughtta be a pin tumbler, too, and this time I'm killing the ************ inside, I don't give a flyin' fuck if he's got a Fatman!"