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* In one extremely convoluted situation, Otto makes a deal with Mike Block to kidnap Hayes customers, bring them to Otto's shop, and force them to pay Otto for repairs, with kickbacks offered to Mike. Later on, after being captured after a police chase, Mike makes a deal with Chief Baas to get out of jail in exchange for meeting up undercover to catch Otto's extortion scheme in a sting. Before he gets with Baas, though, Mike kidnaps Nova to be the hostage for the sting, getting Chang Gang's attention; they all then come up with a plot to have ''Mr. K himself'' hide in the trunk as the "hostage" Mike is going to bring to Otto, which would then allow the rest of CG to roll in and capture Baas. Thus, as Penta points out, at the end of the day everyone ''technically'' gets what they want:
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* In one [[KudzuPlot extremely convoluted situation, situation]], Otto makes a deal with Mike Block to kidnap Hayes customers, bring them to Otto's shop, and force them to pay Otto for repairs, with kickbacks offered to Mike. Later on, after being captured after a police chase, Mike makes a deal with Chief Baas to get out of jail in exchange for meeting up undercover to catch Otto's extortion scheme in a sting. Before he gets with Baas, though, Mike kidnaps Nova to be the hostage for the sting, getting Chang Gang's attention; they all then come up with a plot to have ''Mr. K himself'' hide in the trunk as the "hostage" Mike is going to bring to Otto, which would then allow the rest of CG to roll in and capture Baas. Thus, as Penta points out, at the end of the day everyone ''technically'' gets what they want:
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* In one extremely convoluted situation, Otto makes a deal with Mike Block to kidnap Hayes customers, bring them to Otto's shop, and pay Otto for repairs, with kickbacks offered to Mike. Later on, after being captured after a police chase, Mike makes a deal with Chief Baas to get out of jail in exchange for meeting up undercover to catch Otto's extortion scheme. Before he gets with Baas, though, Mike has a chance encounter with Chang Gang, and they all come up with a plot to have Mr. K himself hide in the trunk as the "hostage" Mike is going to bring to Otto, which would then allow the rest of the CG to roll in and capture Baas. Thus, as Penta points out, at the end of the day everyone ''technically'' gets what they want:
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* In one extremely convoluted situation, Otto makes a deal with Mike Block to kidnap Hayes customers, bring them to Otto's shop, and force them to pay Otto for repairs, with kickbacks offered to Mike. Later on, after being captured after a police chase, Mike makes a deal with Chief Baas to get out of jail in exchange for meeting up undercover to catch Otto's extortion scheme. scheme in a sting. Before he gets with Baas, though, Mike has a chance encounter with kidnaps Nova to be the hostage for the sting, getting Chang Gang, and Gang's attention; they all then come up with a plot to have Mr. ''Mr. K himself himself'' hide in the trunk as the "hostage" Mike is going to bring to Otto, which would then allow the rest of the CG to roll in and capture Baas. Thus, as Penta points out, at the end of the day everyone ''technically'' gets what they want:
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** Otto gets paid by the "hostage".
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** Otto gets paid by the "hostage"."hostage."
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* In one extremely convoluted situation, Otto makes a deal with Mike Block to kidnap Hayes customers, bring them to Otto's shop, and pay Otto for repairs. Later on, after being captured after a police chase, Mike makes a deal with Chief Baas to get out of jail in exchange for meeting up undercover to catch Otto in a sting operation. Before he gets with Baas, though, Mike has a chance encounter with Chang Gang, and they all come up with a plot to have Mr. K himself hide in the trunk as the "hostage" Mike is going to bring to Otto, which would then allow the rest of the CG to roll in and capture Baas. Thus, as Penta points out, at the end of the day everyone ''technically'' gets what they want:
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* In one extremely convoluted situation, Otto makes a deal with Mike Block to kidnap Hayes customers, bring them to Otto's shop, and pay Otto for repairs. repairs, with kickbacks offered to Mike. Later on, after being captured after a police chase, Mike makes a deal with Chief Baas to get out of jail in exchange for meeting up undercover to catch Otto in a sting operation.Otto's extortion scheme. Before he gets with Baas, though, Mike has a chance encounter with Chang Gang, and they all come up with a plot to have Mr. K himself hide in the trunk as the "hostage" Mike is going to bring to Otto, which would then allow the rest of the CG to roll in and capture Baas. Thus, as Penta points out, at the end of the day everyone ''technically'' gets what they want:
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** Baas gets to see Otto's deal firsthand.
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** Mike gets a kickback from Otto.
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* In one extremely convoluted situation, Otto makes a deal with Mike Block to kidnap Hayes customers, bring them to Otto's shop, and pay Otto for repairs. Later on, after being captured after a police chase, Mike then makes a deal with Chief Baas to get out of jail in exchange for meeting up undercover to catch Otto in a sting operation. Before he gets with Baas, though, Mike has a chance encounter with Chang Gang, and comes they all come up with a plot to have Mr. K himself hide in the trunk as the "hostage" Mike is going to bring to Otto, which would then allow the rest of the CG to roll in and capture Baas. Thus, as Penta points out, at the end of the day everyone ''technically'' gets what they want:
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* Grove Street Families get word that OTT is up in his studio making music, so they go up to the casino penthouse and wait outside his office. After a brief diss battle with OTT holed up behind the office door, Dexx calls in Summer Mersion to rile up OTT. And Summer drops an epic diss in the form of a [[https://www.reddit.com/r/RPClipsGTA/comments/pjwxiw/summer_from_gsf_drops_a_street_poem_on_ott_after/ street poem]].
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* Grove Street Families get word that OTT is up in his studio making music, so they go up to the casino penthouse and wait outside his office. After a brief diss battle with OTT holed up behind the office door, Dexx calls in Summer Mersion to rile up OTT. And Summer drops an epic diss in the form of a [[https://www.reddit.com/r/RPClipsGTA/comments/pjwxiw/summer_from_gsf_drops_a_street_poem_on_ott_after/ street poem]].poem]].
* In one extremely convoluted situation, Otto makes a deal with Mike Block to kidnap Hayes customers, bring them to Otto's shop, and pay Otto for repairs. Mike then makes a deal with Chief Baas to get out of jail in exchange for meeting up undercover to catch Otto in a sting operation. Before he gets with Baas, Mike has a chance encounter with Chang Gang, and comes up with a plot to have Mr. K himself hide in the trunk as the "hostage" Mike is going to bring to Otto, which would then allow the rest of the CG to roll in and capture Baas. Thus, as Penta points out, at the end of the day everyone ''technically'' gets what they want:
** Mike gets out of jail.
** Baas gets to see Otto's deal firsthand.
** Otto gets paid by the "hostage".
** CG gets their hands on Baas.
* In one extremely convoluted situation, Otto makes a deal with Mike Block to kidnap Hayes customers, bring them to Otto's shop, and pay Otto for repairs. Mike then makes a deal with Chief Baas to get out of jail in exchange for meeting up undercover to catch Otto in a sting operation. Before he gets with Baas, Mike has a chance encounter with Chang Gang, and comes up with a plot to have Mr. K himself hide in the trunk as the "hostage" Mike is going to bring to Otto, which would then allow the rest of the CG to roll in and capture Baas. Thus, as Penta points out, at the end of the day everyone ''technically'' gets what they want:
** Mike gets out of jail.
** Baas gets to see Otto's deal firsthand.
** Otto gets paid by the "hostage".
** CG gets their hands on Baas.
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-->'''Mel:''' You know what you see? I'll ''tell'' you what you see. You see a man brave enough to accept and admit vulnerability. You see a man sitting alone in a dark jail cell who's on death row. A man who's not ''trying'' to seem unshakable, a man who's not ''trying'' to seem like none of this bothers him, a man who's not AT ALL concerned with the perception. Yeah, this shit's scary. I might fucking ''die''. I'd be a fool to sit here and act cold, and act callous, like I don't care, which is what ''you'' and your peers and your colleagues and your coworkers do, 'cause they're ''afraid'' to let me KNOW that they're afraid. You think I ''buy'' this fearless "oh, I don't care that you're ''mowing down'' my partners and bleeding them out all over a fucking sandy back-fucking-yard of a prison"? I know you're shook, I know you're sweating, and I know some of them are fucking bleeding! So this act of, uh, cold, callous, emotionless. No no no no no. You're just as scared as I am, 'cause you and your people might die here just like I might die here. We're both fucking scared, and it's OK to admit that I ''scare'' you. I'm not afraid of ''you'' guys. I'm afraid of the fact that I might not be around anymore; I might die! But it's OK to admit that we may not always get the job done. ''But we come pretty fucking close.'' And when we come close, we do ''damage''. I invite you to go back to the day that I killed Zack Rack, and [[CollateralDamage count every single solitary person that's been shot, stabbed, burned, beaten, blown up]], because [[HeWhoFightsMonsters you guys wouldn't stop trying to put me in a jail cell]] -- I ''guarantee'' you it's in the upper dozens. ''One'' fucking murder, ''one'' stupid kid, [[UnwittingInstigatorOfDoom led into all this]]. So if you aren't scared, even slightly, then you're a fucking moron!
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-->'''Mel:''' You know what you see? I'll ''tell'' you what you see. You see a man brave enough to accept and admit vulnerability. You see a man sitting alone in a dark jail cell who's on death row. A man who's not ''trying'' to seem unshakable, a man who's not ''trying'' to seem like none of this bothers him, a man who's not AT ALL concerned with the perception. Yeah, this shit's scary. I might fucking ''die''. I'd be a fool to sit here and act cold, and act callous, like I don't care, which is what ''you'' and your peers and your colleagues and your coworkers do, 'cause they're ''afraid'' to let me KNOW that they're afraid. You think I ''buy'' this fearless "oh, I don't care that you're ''mowing down'' my partners and bleeding them out all over a fucking sandy back-fucking-yard of a prison"? I know you're shook, I know you're sweating, and I know some of them are fucking bleeding! So this act of, uh, cold, callous, emotionless. No no no no no. You're just as scared as I am, 'cause you and your people might die here just like I might die here. We're both fucking scared, and it's OK to admit that I ''scare'' you. I'm not afraid of ''you'' guys. I'm afraid of the fact that I might not be around anymore; I might die! But it's OK to admit that we may not always get the job done. ''But we come pretty fucking close.'' And when we come close, we do ''damage''. I invite you to go back to the day that I killed Zack Rack, and [[CollateralDamage count every single solitary person that's been shot, stabbed, burned, beaten, blown up]], because [[HeWhoFightsMonsters you guys wouldn't stop trying to put me in a jail cell]] -- I ''guarantee'' you it's in the upper dozens. ''One'' fucking murder, ''one'' stupid kid, [[UnwittingInstigatorOfDoom led into all this]]. So if you aren't scared, even slightly, then you're a fucking moron!moron!
* Grove Street Families get word that OTT is up in his studio making music, so they go up to the casino penthouse and wait outside his office. After a brief diss battle with OTT holed up behind the office door, Dexx calls in Summer Mersion to rile up OTT. And Summer drops an epic diss in the form of a [[https://www.reddit.com/r/RPClipsGTA/comments/pjwxiw/summer_from_gsf_drops_a_street_poem_on_ott_after/ street poem]].
* Grove Street Families get word that OTT is up in his studio making music, so they go up to the casino penthouse and wait outside his office. After a brief diss battle with OTT holed up behind the office door, Dexx calls in Summer Mersion to rile up OTT. And Summer drops an epic diss in the form of a [[https://www.reddit.com/r/RPClipsGTA/comments/pjwxiw/summer_from_gsf_drops_a_street_poem_on_ott_after/ street poem]].
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* From start to finish, the [[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XJ5m0bxDH5w Rainbow Road Heist]], masterminded by Yuno Sykk, and carried out by Yuno, Lang Buddha, X, and Downbad Mickey. [[spoiler:And they just ''barely'' manage to pull it off.]]
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-->'''Mel:''' You know what you see? I'll ''tell'' you what you see. You see a man brave enough to accept and admit vulnerability. You see a man sitting alone in a dark jail cell who's on death row. A man who's not ''trying'' to seem unshakable, a man who's not ''trying'' to seem like none of this bothers him, a man who's not AT ALL concerned with the perception. Yeah, this shit's scary. I'm might fucking ''die''. I'd be a fool to sit here and act cold, and act callous, like I don't care, which is what ''you'' and your peers and your colleagues and your coworkers do, 'cause they're ''afraid'' to let me KNOW that they're afraid. You think I ''buy'' this fearless "oh, I don't care that you're ''mowing down'' my partners and bleeding them out all over a fucking sandy back-fucking-yard of a prison"? I know you're shook, I know you're sweating, and I know some of them are fucking bleeding! So this act of, uh, cold, callous, emotionless. No no no no no. You're just as scared as I am, 'cause you and your people might die here just like I might die here. We're both fucking scared, and it's OK to admit that I ''scare'' you. I'm not afraid of ''you'' guys. I'm afraid of the fact that I might not be around anymore; I might die! But it's OK to admit that we may not always get the job done. ''But we come pretty fucking close.'' And when we come close, we do ''damage''. I invite you to go back to the day that I killed Zack Rack, and [[CollateralDamage count every single solitary person that's been shot, stabbed, burned, beaten, blown up]], because [[HeWhoFightsMonsters you guys wouldn't stop trying to put me in a jail cell]] -- I ''guarantee'' you it's in the upper dozens. ''One'' fucking murder, ''one'' stupid kid, [[UnwittingInstigatorOfDoom led into all this]]. So if you aren't scared, even slightly, then you're a fucking moron!
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-->'''Mel:''' You know what you see? I'll ''tell'' you what you see. You see a man brave enough to accept and admit vulnerability. You see a man sitting alone in a dark jail cell who's on death row. A man who's not ''trying'' to seem unshakable, a man who's not ''trying'' to seem like none of this bothers him, a man who's not AT ALL concerned with the perception. Yeah, this shit's scary. I'm I might fucking ''die''. I'd be a fool to sit here and act cold, and act callous, like I don't care, which is what ''you'' and your peers and your colleagues and your coworkers do, 'cause they're ''afraid'' to let me KNOW that they're afraid. You think I ''buy'' this fearless "oh, I don't care that you're ''mowing down'' my partners and bleeding them out all over a fucking sandy back-fucking-yard of a prison"? I know you're shook, I know you're sweating, and I know some of them are fucking bleeding! So this act of, uh, cold, callous, emotionless. No no no no no. You're just as scared as I am, 'cause you and your people might die here just like I might die here. We're both fucking scared, and it's OK to admit that I ''scare'' you. I'm not afraid of ''you'' guys. I'm afraid of the fact that I might not be around anymore; I might die! But it's OK to admit that we may not always get the job done. ''But we come pretty fucking close.'' And when we come close, we do ''damage''. I invite you to go back to the day that I killed Zack Rack, and [[CollateralDamage count every single solitary person that's been shot, stabbed, burned, beaten, blown up]], because [[HeWhoFightsMonsters you guys wouldn't stop trying to put me in a jail cell]] -- I ''guarantee'' you it's in the upper dozens. ''One'' fucking murder, ''one'' stupid kid, [[UnwittingInstigatorOfDoom led into all this]]. So if you aren't scared, even slightly, then you're a fucking moron!
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-->'''Mel:''' You know what you see? I'll ''tell'' you what you see. You see a man brave enough to accept and admit vulnerability. You see a man sitting alone in a dark jail cell who's on death row. A man who's not ''trying'' to seem unshakable, a man who's not ''trying'' to seem like none of this bothers him, a man who's not AT ALL concerned with the perception. Yeah, this shit's scary. I'm might fucking ''die''. I'd be a fool to sit here and act cold, and act callous, like I don't care, which is what ''you'' and your peers and your colleagues and your coworkers do, 'cause they're ''afraid'' to let me KNOW that they're afraid. You think I ''buy'' this fearless "oh, I don't care that you're ''mowing down'' my partners and bleeding them out all over a fucking sandy back-fucking-yard of a prison"? I know you're shook, I know you're sweating, and I know some of them are fucking bleeding! So this act of, uh, cold, callous, emotionless. No no no no no. You're just as scared as I am, 'cause you and your people might die here just like I might die here. We're both fucking scared, and it's OK to admit that I ''scare'' you. I'm not afraid of ''you'' guys. I'm afraid of the fact that I might not be around anymore; I might die! But it's OK to admit that we may not always get the job done. ''But we come pretty fucking close.'' And when we come close, we do ''damage''. I invite you to go back to the day that I killed Zack Rack, and [[HeWhoFightsMonsters count every single solitary person that's been shot, stabbed, burned, beaten, blown up, because you guys wouldn't stop trying to put me in a jail cell]] -- I ''guarantee'' you it's in the upper dozens. ''One'' fucking murder, ''one'' stupid kid, [[UnwittingInstigatorOfDoom led into all this]]. So if you aren't scared, even slightly, then you're a fucking moron!
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-->'''Mel:''' You know what you see? I'll ''tell'' you what you see. You see a man brave enough to accept and admit vulnerability. You see a man sitting alone in a dark jail cell who's on death row. A man who's not ''trying'' to seem unshakable, a man who's not ''trying'' to seem like none of this bothers him, a man who's not AT ALL concerned with the perception. Yeah, this shit's scary. I'm might fucking ''die''. I'd be a fool to sit here and act cold, and act callous, like I don't care, which is what ''you'' and your peers and your colleagues and your coworkers do, 'cause they're ''afraid'' to let me KNOW that they're afraid. You think I ''buy'' this fearless "oh, I don't care that you're ''mowing down'' my partners and bleeding them out all over a fucking sandy back-fucking-yard of a prison"? I know you're shook, I know you're sweating, and I know some of them are fucking bleeding! So this act of, uh, cold, callous, emotionless. No no no no no. You're just as scared as I am, 'cause you and your people might die here just like I might die here. We're both fucking scared, and it's OK to admit that I ''scare'' you. I'm not afraid of ''you'' guys. I'm afraid of the fact that I might not be around anymore; I might die! But it's OK to admit that we may not always get the job done. ''But we come pretty fucking close.'' And when we come close, we do ''damage''. I invite you to go back to the day that I killed Zack Rack, and [[HeWhoFightsMonsters [[CollateralDamage count every single solitary person that's been shot, stabbed, burned, beaten, blown up, up]], because [[HeWhoFightsMonsters you guys wouldn't stop trying to put me in a jail cell]] -- I ''guarantee'' you it's in the upper dozens. ''One'' fucking murder, ''one'' stupid kid, [[UnwittingInstigatorOfDoom led into all this]]. So if you aren't scared, even slightly, then you're a fucking moron!
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-->'''Mel:''' You know what you see? I'll ''tell'' you what you see. You see a man brave enough to accept and admit vulnerability. You see a man sitting alone in a dark jail cell who's on death row. A man who's not ''trying'' to seem unshakable, a man who's not ''trying'' to seem like none of this bothers him, a man who's not AT ALL concerned with the perception. Yeah, this shit's scary. I'm might fucking ''die''. I'd be a fool to sit here and act cold, and act callous, like I don't care, which is what ''you'' and your peers and your colleagues and your coworkers do, 'cause they're ''afraid'' to let me KNOW that they're afraid. You think I ''buy'' this fearless "oh, I don't care that you're ''mowing down'' my partners and bleeding them out all over a fucking sandy back-fucking-yard of a prison"? I know you're shook, I know you're sweating, and I know some of them are fucking bleeding! So this act of, uh, cold, callous, emotionless. No no no no no. You're just as scared as I am, 'cause you and your people might die here just like I might die here. We're both fucking scared, and it's OK to admit that I ''scare'' you. I'm not afraid of ''you'' guys. I'm afraid of the fact that I might not be around anymore; I might die! But it's OK to admit that we may not always get the job done. ''But we come pretty fucking close.'' And when we come close, we do ''damage''. I invite you to go back to the day that I killed Zack Rack, and [[HeWhoFightsMonsters count every single solitary person that's been shot, stabbed, burned, beaten, blown up, because you guys wouldn't stop trying to put me in a jail cell]] -- I ''guarantee'' you it's in the upper dozens. ''One'' fucking murder, ''one'' stupid kid, [[ForWantOfANail led into all this]]. So if you aren't scared, even slightly, then you're a fucking moron!
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-->'''Mel:''' You know what you see? I'll ''tell'' you what you see. You see a man brave enough to accept and admit vulnerability. You see a man sitting alone in a dark jail cell who's on death row. A man who's not ''trying'' to seem unshakable, a man who's not ''trying'' to seem like none of this bothers him, a man who's not AT ALL concerned with the perception. Yeah, this shit's scary. I'm might fucking ''die''. I'd be a fool to sit here and act cold, and act callous, like I don't care, which is what ''you'' and your peers and your colleagues and your coworkers do, 'cause they're ''afraid'' to let me KNOW that they're afraid. You think I ''buy'' this fearless "oh, I don't care that you're ''mowing down'' my partners and bleeding them out all over a fucking sandy back-fucking-yard of a prison"? I know you're shook, I know you're sweating, and I know some of them are fucking bleeding! So this act of, uh, cold, callous, emotionless. No no no no no. You're just as scared as I am, 'cause you and your people might die here just like I might die here. We're both fucking scared, and it's OK to admit that I ''scare'' you. I'm not afraid of ''you'' guys. I'm afraid of the fact that I might not be around anymore; I might die! But it's OK to admit that we may not always get the job done. ''But we come pretty fucking close.'' And when we come close, we do ''damage''. I invite you to go back to the day that I killed Zack Rack, and [[HeWhoFightsMonsters count every single solitary person that's been shot, stabbed, burned, beaten, blown up, because you guys wouldn't stop trying to put me in a jail cell]] -- I ''guarantee'' you it's in the upper dozens. ''One'' fucking murder, ''one'' stupid kid, [[ForWantOfANail [[UnwittingInstigatorOfDoom led into all this]]. So if you aren't scared, even slightly, then you're a fucking moron!
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-->'''Mel:''' You know what you see? I'll ''tell'' you what you see. You see a man brave enough to accept and admit vulnerability. You see a man sitting alone in a dark jail cell who's on death row. A man who's not ''trying'' to seem unshakable, a man who's not ''trying'' to seem like none of this bothers him, a man who's not AT ALL concerned with the perception. Yeah, this shit's scary. I'm might fucking ''die''. I'd be a fool to sit here and act cold, and act callous, like I don't care, which is what ''you'' and your peers and your colleagues and your coworkers do, 'cause they're ''afraid'' to let me KNOW that they're afraid. You think I ''buy'' this fearless "oh, I don't care that you're ''mowing down'' my partners and bleeding them out all over a fucking sandy back-fucking-yard of a prison"? I know you're shook, I know you're sweating, and I know some of them are fucking bleeding! So this act of, uh, cold, callous, emotionless. No no no no no. You're just as scared as I am, 'cause you and your people might die here just like I might die here. We're both fucking scared, and it's OK to admit that I ''scare'' you. I'm not afraid of ''you'' guys. I'm afraid of the fact that I might not be around anymore; I might die! But it's OK to admit that we may not always get the job done. ''But we come pretty fucking close.'' And when we come close, we do ''damage''. I invite you to go back to the day that I killed Zack Rack, and [[HeWhoFightsMonsters count every single solitary person that's been shot, stabbed, burned, beaten, blown up, because you guys wouldn't stop trying to put me in a jail cell]] -- I ''guarantee'' you it's in the upper dozens. ''One'' fucking murder, ''one'' stupid kid, led into all this. So if you aren't scared, even slightly, then you're a fucking moron!
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-->'''Mel:''' You know what you see? I'll ''tell'' you what you see. You see a man brave enough to accept and admit vulnerability. You see a man sitting alone in a dark jail cell who's on death row. A man who's not ''trying'' to seem unshakable, a man who's not ''trying'' to seem like none of this bothers him, a man who's not AT ALL concerned with the perception. Yeah, this shit's scary. I'm might fucking ''die''. I'd be a fool to sit here and act cold, and act callous, like I don't care, which is what ''you'' and your peers and your colleagues and your coworkers do, 'cause they're ''afraid'' to let me KNOW that they're afraid. You think I ''buy'' this fearless "oh, I don't care that you're ''mowing down'' my partners and bleeding them out all over a fucking sandy back-fucking-yard of a prison"? I know you're shook, I know you're sweating, and I know some of them are fucking bleeding! So this act of, uh, cold, callous, emotionless. No no no no no. You're just as scared as I am, 'cause you and your people might die here just like I might die here. We're both fucking scared, and it's OK to admit that I ''scare'' you. I'm not afraid of ''you'' guys. I'm afraid of the fact that I might not be around anymore; I might die! But it's OK to admit that we may not always get the job done. ''But we come pretty fucking close.'' And when we come close, we do ''damage''. I invite you to go back to the day that I killed Zack Rack, and [[HeWhoFightsMonsters count every single solitary person that's been shot, stabbed, burned, beaten, blown up, because you guys wouldn't stop trying to put me in a jail cell]] -- I ''guarantee'' you it's in the upper dozens. ''One'' fucking murder, ''one'' stupid kid, [[ForWantOfANail led into all this.this]]. So if you aren't scared, even slightly, then you're a fucking moron!
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-->'''Mel:''' You know what you see? I'll ''tell'' you what you see. You see a man brave enough to accept and admit vulnerability. You see a man sitting alone in a dark jail cell who's on death row. A man who's not ''trying'' to seem unshakable, a man who's not ''trying'' to seem like none of this bothers him, a man who's not AT ALL concerned with the perception. Yeah, this shit's scary. I'm might fucking ''die''. I'd be a fool to sit here and act cold, and act callous, like I don't care, which is what ''you'' and your peers and your colleagues and your coworkers do, 'cause they're ''afraid'' to let me KNOW that they're afraid. You think I ''buy'' this fearless "oh, I don't care that you're ''mowing down'' my partners and bleeding them out all over a fucking-sandy-back-fucking-yard of a prison"? I know you're shook, I know you're sweating, and I know some of them are fucking bleeding! So this act of, uh, cold, callous, emotionless. No no no no no. You're just as scared as I am, 'cause you and your people might die here just like I might die here. We're both fucking scared, and it's OK to admit that I ''scare'' you. I'm not afraid of ''you'' guys. I'm afraid of the fact that I might not be around anymore; I might die! But it's OK to admit that we may not always get the job done. ''But we come pretty fucking close.'' And when we come close, we do ''damage''. I invite you to go back to the day that I killed Zack Rack, and [[HeWhoFightsMonsters count every single solitary person that's been shot, stabbed, burned, beaten, blown up, because you guys wouldn't stop trying to put me in a jail cell]] -- I ''guarantee'' you it's in the upper dozens. ''One'' fucking murder, ''one'' stupid kid, led into all this. So if you aren't scared, even slightly, then you're a fucking moron!
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-->'''Mel:''' You know what you see? I'll ''tell'' you what you see. You see a man brave enough to accept and admit vulnerability. You see a man sitting alone in a dark jail cell who's on death row. A man who's not ''trying'' to seem unshakable, a man who's not ''trying'' to seem like none of this bothers him, a man who's not AT ALL concerned with the perception. Yeah, this shit's scary. I'm might fucking ''die''. I'd be a fool to sit here and act cold, and act callous, like I don't care, which is what ''you'' and your peers and your colleagues and your coworkers do, 'cause they're ''afraid'' to let me KNOW that they're afraid. You think I ''buy'' this fearless "oh, I don't care that you're ''mowing down'' my partners and bleeding them out all over a fucking-sandy-back-fucking-yard fucking sandy back-fucking-yard of a prison"? I know you're shook, I know you're sweating, and I know some of them are fucking bleeding! So this act of, uh, cold, callous, emotionless. No no no no no. You're just as scared as I am, 'cause you and your people might die here just like I might die here. We're both fucking scared, and it's OK to admit that I ''scare'' you. I'm not afraid of ''you'' guys. I'm afraid of the fact that I might not be around anymore; I might die! But it's OK to admit that we may not always get the job done. ''But we come pretty fucking close.'' And when we come close, we do ''damage''. I invite you to go back to the day that I killed Zack Rack, and [[HeWhoFightsMonsters count every single solitary person that's been shot, stabbed, burned, beaten, blown up, because you guys wouldn't stop trying to put me in a jail cell]] -- I ''guarantee'' you it's in the upper dozens. ''One'' fucking murder, ''one'' stupid kid, led into all this. So if you aren't scared, even slightly, then you're a fucking moron!
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-->'''Mel:''' You know what you see? I'll ''tell'' you what you see. You see a man brave enough to accept and admit vulnerability. You see a man sitting alone in a dark jail cell who's on death row. A man who's not ''trying'' to seem unshakable, a man who's not ''trying'' to seem like none of this bothers him, a man who's not. At. All. Concerned with the perception. Yeah, this shit's scary. I'm might fucking ''die''. I'd be a fool to sit here and act cold and act callous like I don't care, which is what ''you'' and your peers and your colleagues and your coworkers do, 'cause they're ''afraid'' to let me KNOW that they're afraid. You think I ''buy'' this fearless "oh, I don't care that you're ''mowing down'' my partners and bleeding them out all over a fucking-sandy-back-fucking-yard of a prison"? I know you're shook, I know you're sweating, and I know some of them are fucking bleeding! So this act of cold, callous, emotionless. No no no no no. You're just as scared as I am, 'cause you and your people might die here just like I might die here. We're ''both'' fucking scared, and it's OK to admit that I scare you. I'm not afraid of ''you'' guys. I'm afraid of the fact that I might not be around anymore; I might die! But it's OK to admit that we may not always get the job done. ''But we come pretty fucking close.'' And when we come close, we do ''damage''. I invite you to go back to the day that I killed Zack Rack, and count every single solitary person that's been shot, stabbed, burned, beaten, blown up, because you guys wouldn't stop trying to put me in a jail cell -- I ''guarantee'' you it's in the upper dozens. ''One'' fucking murder, ''one'' stupid kid, led into all this. So if you aren't scared, even slightly, you're a fucking moron.
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-->'''Mel:''' You know what you see? I'll ''tell'' you what you see. You see a man brave enough to accept and admit vulnerability. You see a man sitting alone in a dark jail cell who's on death row. A man who's not ''trying'' to seem unshakable, a man who's not ''trying'' to seem like none of this bothers him, a man who's not. At. All. Concerned not AT ALL concerned with the perception. Yeah, this shit's scary. I'm might fucking ''die''. I'd be a fool to sit here and act cold cold, and act callous callous, like I don't care, which is what ''you'' and your peers and your colleagues and your coworkers do, 'cause they're ''afraid'' to let me KNOW that they're afraid. You think I ''buy'' this fearless "oh, I don't care that you're ''mowing down'' my partners and bleeding them out all over a fucking-sandy-back-fucking-yard of a prison"? I know you're shook, I know you're sweating, and I know some of them are fucking bleeding! So this act of of, uh, cold, callous, emotionless. No no no no no. You're just as scared as I am, 'cause you and your people might die here just like I might die here. We're ''both'' both fucking scared, and it's OK to admit that I scare ''scare'' you. I'm not afraid of ''you'' guys. I'm afraid of the fact that I might not be around anymore; I might die! But it's OK to admit that we may not always get the job done. ''But we come pretty fucking close.'' And when we come close, we do ''damage''. I invite you to go back to the day that I killed Zack Rack, and [[HeWhoFightsMonsters count every single solitary person that's been shot, stabbed, burned, beaten, blown up, because you guys wouldn't stop trying to put me in a jail cell cell]] -- I ''guarantee'' you it's in the upper dozens. ''One'' fucking murder, ''one'' stupid kid, led into all this. So if you aren't scared, even slightly, then you're a fucking moron.moron!
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-->'''Mel:''' You know what you see? I'll ''tell'' you what you see. You see a man brave enough to accept and admit vulnerability. You see a man sitting alone in a dark jail cell who's on death row. A man who's not trying to seem unshakable, a man who's not trying to seem like none of this bothers him, a man who's not at all concerned with the perception. Yeah, this shit's scary. I'm might fucking ''die''. I'd be a fool to sit here and act cold and act callous like I don't care, which is what you and your peers and your colleagues and your coworkers do 'cause they're ''afraid'' to let me KNOW that they're afraid. You think I buy this fearless "oh, I don't care that you're mowing down my partners and bleeding them out all over a fucking sandy back fucking yard of a prison"? I know you're shook, I know you're sweating, and I know some of them are fucking bleeding! So this act of cold, callous, emotionless. No no no no no. You're just as scared as I am, 'cause you and your people might die here just like I might die here. We're ''both'' fucking scared, and it's OK to admit that I scare you. I'm not afraid of ''you'' guys. I'm afraid of the fact that I might not be around anymore; I might die! But it's OK to admit that we may not always get the job done. ''But we come pretty fucking close.'' And when we come close, we do ''damage''. I invite you to go back to the day that I killed Zack Rack, and count every single solitary person that's been shot, stabbed, burned, beaten, blown up, because you guys wouldn't stop trying to put me in a jail cell -- I ''guarantee'' you it's in the upper dozens. ''One'' fucking murder, ''one'' stupid kid, led into all this. So if you aren't scared, even slightly, you're a fucking moron.
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-->'''Mel:''' You know what you see? I'll ''tell'' you what you see. You see a man brave enough to accept and admit vulnerability. You see a man sitting alone in a dark jail cell who's on death row. A man who's not trying ''trying'' to seem unshakable, a man who's not trying ''trying'' to seem like none of this bothers him, a man who's not at all concerned not. At. All. Concerned with the perception. Yeah, this shit's scary. I'm might fucking ''die''. I'd be a fool to sit here and act cold and act callous like I don't care, which is what you ''you'' and your peers and your colleagues and your coworkers do do, 'cause they're ''afraid'' to let me KNOW that they're afraid. You think I buy ''buy'' this fearless "oh, I don't care that you're mowing down ''mowing down'' my partners and bleeding them out all over a fucking sandy back fucking yard fucking-sandy-back-fucking-yard of a prison"? I know you're shook, I know you're sweating, and I know some of them are fucking bleeding! So this act of cold, callous, emotionless. No no no no no. You're just as scared as I am, 'cause you and your people might die here just like I might die here. We're ''both'' fucking scared, and it's OK to admit that I scare you. I'm not afraid of ''you'' guys. I'm afraid of the fact that I might not be around anymore; I might die! But it's OK to admit that we may not always get the job done. ''But we come pretty fucking close.'' And when we come close, we do ''damage''. I invite you to go back to the day that I killed Zack Rack, and count every single solitary person that's been shot, stabbed, burned, beaten, blown up, because you guys wouldn't stop trying to put me in a jail cell -- I ''guarantee'' you it's in the upper dozens. ''One'' fucking murder, ''one'' stupid kid, led into all this. So if you aren't scared, even slightly, you're a fucking moron.
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* Mel's ReasonYouSuckSpeech to Ripley, from death row, which is -- without a doubt -- one of the greatest speeches in ''[=NoPixel=]'' history, mostly because of how chilling it is.
-->'''Mel:''' You know what you see? I'll ''tell'' you what you see. You see a man brave enough to accept and admit vulnerability. You see a man sitting alone in a dark jail cell who's on death row. A man who's not trying to seem unshakable, a man who's not trying to seem like none of this bothers him, a man who's not at all concerned with the perception. Yeah, this shit's scary. I'm might fucking ''die''. I'd be a fool to sit here and act cold and act callous like I don't care, which is what you and your peers and your colleagues and your coworkers do 'cause they're ''afraid'' to let me KNOW that they're afraid. You think I buy this fearless "oh, I don't care that you're mowing down my partners and bleeding them out all over a fucking sandy back fucking yard of a prison"? I know you're shook, I know you're sweating, and I know some of them are fucking bleeding! So this act of cold, callous, emotionless. No no no no no. You're just as scared as I am, 'cause you and your people might die here just like I might die here. We're ''both'' fucking scared, and it's OK to admit that I scare you. I'm not afraid of ''you'' guys. I'm afraid of the fact that I might not be around anymore; I might die! But it's OK to admit that we may not always get the job done. ''But we come pretty fucking close.'' And when we come close, we do ''damage''. I invite you to go back to the day that I killed Zack Rack, and count every single solitary person that's been shot, stabbed, burned, beaten, blown up, because you guys wouldn't stop trying to put me in a jail cell -- I ''guarantee'' you it's in the upper dozens. ''One'' fucking murder, ''one'' stupid kid, led into all this. So if you aren't scared, even slightly, you're a fucking moron.
-->'''Mel:''' You know what you see? I'll ''tell'' you what you see. You see a man brave enough to accept and admit vulnerability. You see a man sitting alone in a dark jail cell who's on death row. A man who's not trying to seem unshakable, a man who's not trying to seem like none of this bothers him, a man who's not at all concerned with the perception. Yeah, this shit's scary. I'm might fucking ''die''. I'd be a fool to sit here and act cold and act callous like I don't care, which is what you and your peers and your colleagues and your coworkers do 'cause they're ''afraid'' to let me KNOW that they're afraid. You think I buy this fearless "oh, I don't care that you're mowing down my partners and bleeding them out all over a fucking sandy back fucking yard of a prison"? I know you're shook, I know you're sweating, and I know some of them are fucking bleeding! So this act of cold, callous, emotionless. No no no no no. You're just as scared as I am, 'cause you and your people might die here just like I might die here. We're ''both'' fucking scared, and it's OK to admit that I scare you. I'm not afraid of ''you'' guys. I'm afraid of the fact that I might not be around anymore; I might die! But it's OK to admit that we may not always get the job done. ''But we come pretty fucking close.'' And when we come close, we do ''damage''. I invite you to go back to the day that I killed Zack Rack, and count every single solitary person that's been shot, stabbed, burned, beaten, blown up, because you guys wouldn't stop trying to put me in a jail cell -- I ''guarantee'' you it's in the upper dozens. ''One'' fucking murder, ''one'' stupid kid, led into all this. So if you aren't scared, even slightly, you're a fucking moron.
