You two absolute goddamn children.
I get off of work and find both of you gone for what might be the dumbest tiff known to man.
Get back in the goddamn chat and talk to each other like you've got hair on your balls instead of shit in your diapers.
Christ on the goddamn cross
Back from the bellows of hell
Back from the back of a jail in a cell
Back from the common decrees to the common degree
Back to the streets from the East
Back to the belly of beast
Back to the place of my peace
Back to me holding my piece
Anything working disturbing that peace
Will certainly meet the deceased, capiche?