I asked him for his photo. He stared at me for a few seconds, then felt my forehead with the back of his hand, then stared at me for a few more seconds, then said: “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
I’VE NEVER WANTED A NIGHT LIGHT SO MUCH
I heard you were talkin’ shit
What I like about this is that it implies that Tony’s best mode of attack somehow involves him ramming himself into a wall head first.
“If her sister climbs, she climbs. If her sister makes a face, she makes a face. If her sister says something, she says the exact same thing.”