Naw. Let old “Short Eyes” almost die from fear in the joint until it finally happens.
“Naw. Let old “Short Eyes” almost die from fear in the joint until it finally happens.”
I’m sick of paying for these vermin to be alive. It serves no purpose. Even if I was assured he’d suffer as he should, it’s not enough. He’s defective, send him back to his maker for repairs. A firing squad is quick, and inexpensive. I’ll volunteer, I’m a decent shot.