“Consider this matter OVER! If you darken my door again, or I hear from anyone, ever, about this bile spewing from your mouth, I’ll do more than show you the DOOR! Do you understand?” ”B-B-B-But, s-s-she’s your daughter, you can’t jus....” ”I can do whatever I wish, whenever I wish!”
“How many more lies have you told me? How many times have I been a pawn in your stupid games!” She yells, slapping him across the face. He allows a smirk to escape from beneath his mustache. "Every single chance I get, every time so...” But his words fall short.
“A wet dreams nightmare, that’s what I’d call that!” Emerson says laughing hysterically, as he can no longer hold it in. ”You said you wouldn’t laugh! You promised!” ”Yeah, and you said you’d tell me a story I wouldn’t believe, seems like we both lied. Shit like that happens everyday!”
"Three chances down Sammy!" He says as he slithers over him like a snake, and hisses in his ear. "How many more can you afford to lose?" "F-F-FUCK YOU!" Sammy screams back in defiance. "So, Next question?" He says, smiling as he places the knife's blade against Sammy’s index finger.