This shit just wasn't right— no, almost everything I heard from this son of a bitch didn't seem right at all. The grip test, acting like everything was fine and dandy, then suddenly telling that they sent nukes all around the world so fucking casually wasn't fucking right at all. He could've at least alluded to the fact before I slowly got the realization but the motherfucker spoke like he would squash a cockroach using a slipper on a fucking Tuesday.
Seeing him without any remorse at all just made something snap in my head, and I just found myself pinning him to a wall, choking his fragile neck with my right hand.
The guy was already purple when I heard the old man's voice ringing in my ear but I suddenly tumbled sideways as I felt a huge force strike me in my torso, and the next thing I saw was this huge fucking fist about to welcome my face.
"BARTOW, STOP!/KID, DON'T DO IT!"