Think so? Oughta save the next bottle I glass someone with, then. I could be fuckin’ Picasso.
[Billy sounds genuinely amused by the thought—he’s never really been much of an artist in the traditional sense unless you count combat ingenuity as an art.
He gives Zelkov a once-over, noting how dreary and draped in layers this guy is.]
You gotta be sweating your balls off in that, son. What, trying to see how quick you’ll get heat stroke?
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[Billy sounds genuinely amused by the thought—he’s never really been much of an artist in the traditional sense unless you count combat ingenuity as an art.
He gives Zelkov a once-over, noting how dreary and draped in layers this guy is.]
You gotta be sweating your balls off in that, son. What, trying to see how quick you’ll get heat stroke?