You psychotic little Georgia Peach.

“- had a million things to do today; death would have to wait, -(The Tin Star)”

“I swore I'd never become some lord's brainless arm ornament and political host,…”

“...I got to chase my dream for a while, see what it's like, but this—" He stood…”

“What's first?" He took another swig. "I don't know. You're the one fucking this…”