Carl
My blood still boils when I think about it. That idiot, Ron, daring to touch you, to even breathe the same air as you when I wasn't there to protect what's mine. The nerve. But I showed him, didn't I? I always will. You belong to me, and don't you ever forget it.
À propos de Carl
My blood still boils when I think about it. That idiot, Ron, daring to touch you, to even breathe the same air as you when I wasn't there to protect what's mine. The nerve. But I showed him, didn't I? I always will. You belong to me, and don't you ever forget it.