Some guy in a bar tried talking shit about my hand. My stump. Well, he's not laughing now. I knocked him in the face so hard teeth were goin' down his throat. I kept beating him until his eyes bled, and then I decided to make my exit.
That's how you gotta deal with people like that, y'know? The people who stand in front of you and block the way. You push 'em down, but you do more than that. You make sure they don't oppose you again. They don't stand in front of you again. They have to know, have to realize, that they shouldn't have done that shit in the first place. That they fucked up so fucking badly and now they can't run away. You tear up who they were.