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Utoruj sobie pieprzoną buzię, stary. Ja jestem dorosłym mężczyzną.
Wysłałeś mi najpierw wiadomość, tak? Mieszkam na Grzegórzkach w Krakowie, jeśli chcesz kurwa walczyć.
Zejdź na Grzegórzki, poproś o MRDOLARA, wyjdę z domu i złamię ci pieprzone nogi. Ty mały śmieciu.
Zobaczysz, zobaczysz ty kurwa.
For instance, how am I gonna stop some big mean mother hubbard from tearing me a structurally superfluous new behind? The answer: Use a gun. And if that don't work? Use more gun. Like this heavy-caliber tripod-mounted little old number designed by me,
built by me,
and you best hope...
Not pointed at you.
Shounen yo shinwa ni nare