- How are you doing, Jerry? - Very well, thank you. Excellent. Yeah. Do tell. Well, they like me at work. You're a likeable man. We're having, a what-do-you-call-it, a picnic. And they asked me to help out on it. I was afraid to say yes.
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You think they'll all nod and understand the way your stupid dog does? - I don't know. - Well, I do know. They're gonna throw your ass in jail where tattooed, meth addicts will butt-fuck you daily for 15 years to life. You're a good man who made a mistake. Nobody is gonna rape you, Jerry. - But he did mean to do it. - No. Not the deer. That was an accident. I'm talking about the girl. You wanted to kill her. - Never. - Why'd you take the knife, then? Oh, my God. I'm evil. No, you're not. I've killed things on purpose, Jerry. There's no shame in it. It's instinct. The only time I felt truly alive is when I'm killing. The only time I've ever felt truly alive.