345 - Replaced


Fucking broke-ass grate thinks he's so great. One little shake-up, one little switch and now he thinks he's hot shit because he's the one holding the door open and you're the one sitting against the wall doing jack shit.

Well, you're gonna show him what a right-triangular prism of wood is made of. Well, wood, but you know.

That asshole thought he could sit around and do nothing all day? Get ready, you rusty bitch, you don't even know the meaning of the word "useless". You're content to sit around until you rot before you let this mother fucker show you up. Gonna show that pig-iron shithead how to lay around. Huh.