The whole world is a product of cognition

It wasn't that the chick wasn't fun to look at. Chicks are just like that, yanno? If it weren't that she was the contact that Ev put all her hopes and fucking dreams on, I would have taken more of a liking to her.

And I haven't; just so ya know. Sure she got brass balls, apparently, on top of the perfect-sized tits, yanno, palm-shaped?- anyway, like I said, that's not here or there.

Anyway, so Hotness Embodified or not, this chick? Goin' after the big guns. The literal biggest gun, and of course it goes off in her face. Big guns do that.

And that was it. 'cept it wasn't, 'cause of course it isn't. If there's a god or whatever, is this my punishment for flicking the bean about someone? Anyway, brass balls an' all, V wanders back into my life. Is that this fucker's idea of meet again?

An' fuck me if I can say no to her. Like I said, tho, this isn't 'cause I like her. She's doing some work for me. If you can take a bullet to the head and have a friend in your headspace, you can probably get me the equipment I need.

So order another beer and fuck off. Remember who makes your BDs.