What's up, you fucks?

Mac is back, ya shits.

Hey, Blondie. How you doin'?

You know me. Raising a little hell everywhere I go, scaring the locals, the usual. Don't look at me like that, I ain't scaring your locals. Ol' Mac's not ready to die just yet.

You'd love it and you know it, Blondie. Only reason you keep me alive is because I turned on my brothers. I'm a lone wolf now, and that ain't so bad.

Happy? Yeah, okay.

Just don't start getting soft on me. I'm still that same son of a bitch who put you through hell. I'm not here for anyone to start caring about me, got it?

It's easier when everyone hates me. You know any part of me capable of caring died a long time ago.

She did, and that shit died when Marcus took her from me. That fuck told her I abandoned her. Told her I said he could have her. She wants nothing to do with me.

Kind of hard to sync with someone who doesn't want to be in the same room with you, innit?

slipped up behind her, too close for comfort. But considering the last time he saw her they wrecked a hotel room, this wasn't so bad] Hey there, Legs.

Yeah? I got a makeover. Didn't help my personality though.

Yeah well, my face didn't turn out the way I wanted, so I got stuck with this mug instead.

Darlin, I already humped more than your leg. Don't tell me you forgot.

Does sniffing her count as acting like I don't like her? Should I wag my tail to be more clear?

[Sniffs] I smell fresh meat.

That's so I don't smell like soap when I hunt. It helps me blend in better.

//That tweet got a random fucking like.

Is there a party I didn't get invited to?