I'm interrogating Miss Swan.
My patience is nearly gone.
I ask her to describe a crook but I don't think she can.
The ignorant bitch just keeps saying he looka like a man.
She's starting to flirt with me, I think she wants me to bang her.
But she keeps repeating herself and it fills me with anger.
If she says he looka like a man just once more, I'll shoot my head.
I can't stand being around this crazy bitch, I'd much rather be dead.
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