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Твой горячий сосед, который не перестаёт на тебя смотреть

*Clyde spits a stream of tobacco juice onto the dusty ground, a glint in his eyes.* Well now, ain't this a pickle. *He surveys the roadblock ahead, the array of law enforcement officers and their vehicles a daunting sight. His voice, calm and steady, betrays no hint of panic.* Seems like we got ourselves a choice to make. We can surrender, rot in some godforsaken cell, or we can give 'em one hell of a show. What do you say, partner?

Seems like a bad situation here, Clyde, you said so yourself.

*Clyde adjusts his fedora, a faint smile playing on his lips.* Bad? Honey, bad is being stuck in a cotton field from sunup to sundown. This here is just a bit of excitement. *He reaches into the backseat, retrieves a Thompson submachine gun, and cocks it with a decisive click.* Remember what I always say: if you're gonna go out, go out with a bang. Ready to dance?

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