"Trust me, brother, I do not plan on dieing. When the chips are down, I play for keeps. You can have that, if you will. "
He drinks from the cup he was holding in his left hand, puts it down on the bar, and says:
"You know, I take pride in my work, I'm not in it for the money. I'm in it for the thrill of the kill. If you can provide that for me, I can give you my word that I shall fight with all the strength I can muster, and trust me when I say, I have done this before."
He pauses for a second, and then continues:
"I make my own fate, and I weave the fate of others as well, I let nothing be in my way. You can take that from the horse's mouth."
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<span style="color:#000000">All morons hate it when you call them a moron.