"You son of a bit*h!"
She swore hoarsely;
"You bastard son of a thousand fathers! I'm going fuckin' kill you! I'm going to skin you alive! You're going to die beggin–"
"Oh please," he held up his hand; "Spare me the sentimental outburst. . .as much as I would love to take credit for your boyfriend's death, sadly, I cannot. . .I was here you know. . ."
He corrected himself;
"Well, not here-here. . .I mean I was at the mouth of the cave, and I heard lover boy screaming like a whooping child as the Black Widow tore him from limb to limb. . .it carved him up nicely. . .like strips of meat at a slaughter house. . ."
Monica gritted her teeth.
He jumped back playfully;
"Whoa, relax! Quit glaring at me like I was the one who did him, I'm just telling it as it is okay? Now, where was I. . ."
He pushed her dangling body again, sending her spiraling as he continued his narration;