Ah ... the enemy ish in shite, and what a fucking sight the cunt looks at well. Skinheid haircut. A stereotypical twat; and there's a woof-woof trailing loyally behind .
Simone is a good enough marksman tae compensate for this malfunction in his trusted technology, this old .22 air riffle.
"SHANE! SHANE! YA CUNT! AH'LL FUCKIN KILL YE! SHAAYYNNE!" The boy's screamin
Ah swing ower tae skinheid, targetting his face. Ah then travel up and doon his body, up and doon, up and doon. It's a great power, knowing that you have the power inflict such pain, fae yir ain front room.
"HELP US! HELP US" The skinhead squeals. He's younger than ah thought.