I don't want the intel after you put the fence where I need it, [He's mocking Nux's voice,] I wanted it fifteen fucking hours ago.
[Trevor steps closer, glaring at him.]
Do you know how many times I jerk off a day? Once an hour, on average. So, with that in mind, do you understand how many toilets and dumpsters and random passer-bys I had to blow my load in or on while I waited for this intel? Fifteen too many.
This is your fault. YOU HAVE FAILED TO DELIVER THE REQUIRED INFORMATION IN A TIMELY MANNER.
[He's not actually angry (for the most part; he's always at least a little angry) but damn if he doesn't make it convincing.]
no subject
[Trevor steps closer, glaring at him.]
Do you know how many times I jerk off a day? Once an hour, on average. So, with that in mind, do you understand how many toilets and dumpsters and random passer-bys I had to blow my load in or on while I waited for this intel? Fifteen too many.
This is your fault. YOU HAVE FAILED TO DELIVER THE REQUIRED INFORMATION IN A TIMELY MANNER.
[He's not actually angry (for the most part; he's always at least a little angry) but damn if he doesn't make it convincing.]
So what the fuck is your excuse, Nux?