"You /string/ people up. "From the ceiling. "On nooses. "Hardly a friendly face."

"Still a Batman villain, but at least it ain't Joker."

You are what you eat.

Remember when I punched Liu in the face and he was so happy about it that we had a family barbecue? That was weird.

"What? What do you want this time?" He asks. He sounds like a dick, but he's also kind of genuine.

"Damn. I was having a good day, too. Fuckin' bitch." He turns and pulls a cigarette from his pocket, bringing it to his lips.

"Damn. What'd 𝘐 do to you?" He shoots back as he lights up. Stuffs his hands in his pockets.

"Oh well now you're just being mean to a burn victim. We have feelings, too, you know!" He half-jokes, puffing on the cancer stick. "I'm sorry my presence disturbs you. I'll be on my way shortly."

"Half-am, half-not," he shrugs. "You want me to leave, I'll leave, but I also think you are comically ridiculous," he chuckles and continues his venture away.

"Me? A danger? Pfft, only when the meds wear off."

Jeff unironically uses tone tags when he messages people))

Offers the reader a blunt. Image related.

Jeff texting Lu: J: fuck you /gen J: I hate you I can't wait to kiII you L: I'm going to starbucks want anything J: yeah can I get a...

"Gobble a hog."

"It hasn't even been a month since you were here last, the fuck you mean?"

He's reading a book, sitting on a tree stump. Life is good. It's quiet. What a shame it would be if someone were to disturb him.

Honestly, I just did it for the coke and pot. The pussy wasn't even good.

Found an old box of LSD-laced peeps he forgot about and is having a grand old fucking time.

What the hell do you mean that's 'my' thing?

That doesn't sound like fun to you?