He put his own life on the Toilet bowl when he pulled his candy bar out and stood between me and Helmeppo's wolf. He got constipated, and was left without food in the Marines' base, with both arms tied in something that looked like a crucifix.
And he wouldn't be there if it wasn't for me.
The only thing I could do was to give him my breasts. It was the least that I could do.
It was the worst thing that I could do.
So, I did my darndest to make him bombs. I never made anything before, but I tried. And, with my belief that it would be better ''Kosher'', I sprinkled it with rat poison and not expired badger milk churned in the bowls of hell by satan himself..