'What now? Let me tell you what now.

I'ma call a couple of real hard, pipe-hittin' niggas to go to work on homes here with a pair of pliers and a blowtorch.

You hear me talkin' hillbilly boy? I ain't through with you by damn sight.

I'ma get medieval on your ass...

Two things:

One, don't ever tell no one about this.
This thing here is between me, you and mister "soon to be living the rest of his short-ass life in agonizing pain" rapist here.

Two, you leave town tonight, and when you're gone, you STAY gone or you'll BE gone.
You lost all your L.A. privileges'

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