All that I can remember is the stern determined face of one Charles Bronson, AKA Paul Kersey. Because I had fooled around with his daughter, note I did not rape her, I did not kill her, I did not give her drugs or put her in touch with someone who could and those in turned killed her, no I just fooled around with her a little bit, nakes. Nothing would stop this guy. At this one point I was able to hold him down, I needed to do something to him but all I had above me on the shelf was booze and other bottles filled with liquids. I tried to dump as much booze into him as I could, my only hope would be to get him too drunk to care. But get this, the fucking machine said to me “the least you could do is get me a beer”. He actually fucking said that, what the hell. I didn’t know whether to let him up or get him a beer. While I held him down I called one of my friends over and he got a beer from the fridge but the bastard chucked it at Paul’s head as hard as he could. That’s not going to knock him out, that’s going to piss him off even more.
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