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They're not supposed to give you any resistance whatsoever. acupuncture If you get a customer, or an employee, who thinks he's Charles Bronson, take the butt of your gun and acupuncture smash their nose in. Everybody jumps. He falls down screaming, blood squirts acupuncture out of his nose, nobody says fucking shit after that. You might get some bitch talk shit to you, but give her a look like you're gonna smash her in the face next, watch her shut the fuck up. Now if it's a manager, that's a different story. Managers know better than to fuck around, so if you get one that's giving you static, he probably thinks he's a real cowboy, so you gotta break that son of a bitch in two. If you wanna know something and he won't tell you, cut off one of his fingers. The little one. Then tell him his thumb's next. After that he'll tell you if he wears ladies underwear. I'm hungry. Let's get a taco. Mr. Orange: Fuck you! Fuck you! I'm fucking dying here! I'm fucking dying! Mr. Orange: [after killing Mr.
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