Hotline Miami Review (Pink Hair And Pronouns)
What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you Russian shithead? I’ll have you know I was part of an elite military crew called the ghost wolves, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the russian mob, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top operative in the entire 50 blessings organization. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the phone? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of 50 blessings operatives across the USA and your number is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, asshole. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, Mobster. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of whatever the fuck is spread across the level and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, Russki.