You have as much a right to the bunker as my dog Fido! You use your gang of thugs to call the shots and think that this gives you license to do whatever you want? When you dared to put your filthy hands on my things, you signed your own sentence.
True, it’s still attached to your shoulders, but no matter – not for long. My boys promised to bring me your head, and you delivered it yourself. I don’t understand it! I saw this Viper finish off the Executioner.