and you call yourselves enemies.

why the hell is everyone out to ruin my fun? is this some kind of goddamn conspiracy?

you! yeah, you over there with the blowtorch, put that down. that's a bad friend!

and you! oh, i see that grenade launcher behind your back. you can't fool me!

oh, i expected better from you. now, use the safe word and let the pit bull be.

don't get any closer, i've got tricks of my own, you pedantic fucks.

and someday, the trees won't hide you so well.

god, it's just like eighth grade all over again.