[Good choice, because Cain might have lost a hand if it went near Dodger while he has good food. When he's done with scraping as much of the sauce off of the plate as he can, he just sits back and reaches in his pocket for a cigarette... before realizing that that would dampen the taste of lasagna left in his mouth, and he doesn't need that negativity in his life.]
Hoooly fuck.. shit, what the fuck- that was fucking incredible. Fuck.
[This is about the only way he knows how to put his feelings into words. And he's rubbing tears from his eyes, as he catches the breath he didn't breathe while he was eating.]
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Hoooly fuck.. shit, what the fuck- that was fucking incredible. Fuck.
[This is about the only way he knows how to put his feelings into words. And he's rubbing tears from his eyes, as he catches the breath he didn't breathe while he was eating.]