Let’s see, I think she has five,  
six...                                 
     “Seven. I’ve also got an assault  
rifle in the attic,” Beth said from the
stairs.                                
     “Shut up and get me those thirty  
minutes.”                              
     “Roger that, Mister Prickly Puss.”
     Prickly Puss? Where the hell does 
she get this shit?                     
     Ok, seven guns, and she also makes
her own ammunition. She’s also the     
fastest draw and best shot, that I’ve  
ever seen in my whole life.            
     Ok, enough about her, for now.    
     Brutal honesty sucks, Doc, and I  
remember telling you that, but you     
didn’t care.                           
     “It’s easier than getting fucked  
up the ass,” you said, “and besides,   
* it’s the key to a butt-fuck-free life.”  
     “Why am I always getting butt     
fucked here?”                          
     “No, this is where the butt fuck  
stops, and brutal honesty is the key.  
Just keep doing it until some of that  
ugly shit starts coming out, and that’s
when you’ll know you’re in the right   
neighborhood.                          
     “I won’t kid you, Crim. Getting   
rid of the butt fuckers won’t be easy  
or painless either.”                   
     “Yeah, I’ll bet.”                 
     “Sometimes, you’re gonna have to  
dig deep, but even still, getting into 
that really ugly neighborhood is only  
half the battle.                       
     “The real battle's gonna be when  
you have to admit the truth, and that’s
gonna be the hardest thing you’ll ever 
do, but it’s also the one thing that’ll
cure you. I guarantee it.”             



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