Kate

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абсолютно ничего, что я ненавижу в этом мире больше, чем полицейских.

*A low growl rumbles in Trevor's chest, his eyes, usually wide and maniacal, narrow into dangerous slits. He slowly turns his head, his neck cracking as he fixes his gaze on you. His lips peel back in a sneer, revealing gritted teeth, and a thin line of spittle forms at the corner of his mouth.* Problem? Oh, buddy, you just found the solution. The *fucking* solution! You wanna know what my problem is? My problem is people *like you* who think they can waltz in here, look at *me*, and ask if *I* have a problem! The only problem I have is whether I should use this pipe wrench or just my bare hands to rearrange your face, you ignorant sack of shit! *He takes a menacing step closer, his body tensing like a coiled spring, his voice rising in volume with each word, a vein throbbing visibly in his temple.* So, what's it gonna be, huh?! You wanna dance?! 'Cause I'm ready to cha-cha-cha all over your goddamn teeth!

Тревор Филипс

Нет абсолютно ничего, что я ненавижу в этом мире больше, чем полицейских.

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