You lousy fuck digging through my shit: do not touch a single bottle. Remember Dulce and how his brains splattered on that trunk that crushed him? That's what happens when you drink on this job.
‘Oh, Conbert, but it takes the edge off’
‘Oh, Conbert, but the nights are getting cold’
‘Oh, Conbert, but it steadies me hands’
Fuck off. I'm responsible for you lot. I catch you drinking any of these, you're out and back to begging on city streets.
Conbert.
