ORO'Reily
We gotta make him think that we're enemies. Keep him off guard until we kill him.
We kill him, the mob kills us.
ORO'Reily
They won't know. Not if we put this in his food.
Glass?
ORO'Reily
We make it fine, he won't be able to taste it. Over time, the glass will cut his insides up.
He'll die slowly.
ORO'Reily
But painfully.
You're one sick mother fucker, O'Reily.
ORO'Reily
Coming from you, that's a compliment.
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