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You fucking ask us with a shotgun if we're still involved with gangs?
Officer, we're model students!
"Check their criminal records, anyone with a history gets locked up."
"Even those who've been locked up before?" Piet whispered.
"Lock them up! They come out and instead of studying, they mess around. Drag them to jail and make them sew."
After all, the prisons are in dire need of labor.
"Where's the 'Locomotive' Felix Hills of 12th Street?" Svet held the shotgun in one hand and addressed a scared little chick.
Shivering, she replied, "At Sexo y drogas bar."
Upon hearing the name, Svet laughed, "Contact EDN and let's check it out. What era is this where they dare use that name? Bring the rocket launcher, for fuck's sake."
Why don't you call it "Stupid Vic"?
It will definitely be "as resplendent as a summer flower."
"Grandma! Grandma!" The little boy nearby was still crying out, his voice growing hoarse.
