WAIT, WHAT?

You say you've done this before, but from what I saw, you don't know shit. No, wait, that's being generous. You have no fucking clue what the fuck is going on. I'm kind of surprised you can function day-to-day. How are you not walking around constantly shitting and wetting yourself? No, no, don't start with me. I don't want to hear your god damned excuses. I said shut the fuck up, you piece of trash. You're lucky my mom is upstairs, otherwise I would cut your fucking throat right now. You lied, man. You fucking lied. That's the end of it. What? No, I'm still going to kill you, I'm just going to wait until my mom does whatever the fuck she does outside of the house. I haven't decided how I'm going to kill you, though. You are pretty helpless, tied up like that. Yeah, it will probably slow and painful, 'cause I want to make you fucking suffer for the shit you just put me through. Seriously, how did you think you were up for this job? I've seen you put on your shoes, and, man, you even struggle with that. No, shut up. I said shut the fuck up. Okay, you know what? Fuck it. I'm just going to slit your throat now and be done with it. To hell with my mom. I can buy her a new carpet.