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"Fuck you, you bitch."

Sam seemed like the most batshit person around here to him, fucking threatening him with the crossbow. Nope. Which psycho threatens someone to shoot a stick up one's ass? Samuel. That's who. Darius took a step back, not sure what Sam's hand is going to do next with the bow.

"I'm under pressure, you asshole!"

Just nope. That guy was nuts.

And sounds came from elsewhere. Someone else was in this fucking hell. Might force Darius to lose an eye on watching Sam's dubious moves.

Nope. Not even taking a slight chance of getting shot with a fucking crossbow by this retard.

Darius was backin' up, backin' up, backin' up, backin' up, cause his daddy taught him good. He was backin' the hell outta here. And he thought oh my fucking god.

And then he ran out.

((Darius Van Dyke continued in Tocatta & Fugue))
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