[Roman snarls, lets go of Victor's wrist, and slaps him across the face. Then he backhands him across the other cheek, just to be even.]
You're going to stand there and listen to me, and you're gonna listen good. [He speaks slowly and deliberately, offset by his tomato-red face.] I gave you one order. To tell me before you sleep around. And what did you do, not even a week after I told you? You're off letting people suck on your tits like you're a damn dairy cow! Explain that to me, Victor. Explain what sort of sense that makes in your addled, rotting fucking mind, because I can't for the life of me figure it out.
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[Roman snarls, lets go of Victor's wrist, and slaps him across the face. Then he backhands him across the other cheek, just to be even.]
You're going to stand there and listen to me, and you're gonna listen good. [He speaks slowly and deliberately, offset by his tomato-red face.] I gave you one order. To tell me before you sleep around. And what did you do, not even a week after I told you? You're off letting people suck on your tits like you're a damn dairy cow! Explain that to me, Victor. Explain what sort of sense that makes in your addled, rotting fucking mind, because I can't for the life of me figure it out.