Shrugging, Sal rested his elbows on his knees, his chin in his hands. He wasn't cocky enough to brag of skills he didn't possess.
"You're right." He said flippantly. "You probably could. Only because I usually just kill everybody and save the whole white van broohaha for spineless child-molesting pricks."
It was hard to insult a guy who knew there wasn't much to himself anyway. He was full of himself, that much was true, but Sal knew his faults - knew them very well. And by loving himself and simultaneously having no self-respect meant that taking cheap shots wouldn't matter in the end. He no longer cared and hadn't for a very long time.