Choad,

I'd kill you and make a hut out of your skin, you f'n queer old man. You'd better just stick to luring the neighborhood kids in with candy.
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She was standin' alone over by the juke box, like she'd something to sell.
I said "baby, what's the goin' price?" She told me to go to hell.

Bon Scott - Shot Down in Flames