You speaky English?

You speaky English?

What did he say?”

How the fuck should I know,” Zachariah said. “The guy don’t make no sense.”

Howard pulled his Colt .44 from his waist­band and pointed it at one of the Chi­nese wait­ers, the one that was no taller than he’d been him­self when he’d started high school ten years back. “You speaky Eng­lish?” he said, crack­ing a smile under his mask.

You think he’s a fag­got Howard?”

Fuck you Zack, I said no using our names.”

They don’t under­stand shit,” Zachariah said. “So it don’t mat­ter none.”

How do you know they don’t know shit, you fuck­ing genius.”

By Vin­cent Holland

Inspired by the case of foiled rob­bery — http://​upi​.com

“What did he say?”

“How the fuck should I know,” Zachariah said. “The guy don’t make no sense.”

Howard pulled his Colt .44 from his waistband and pointed it at one of the Chinese waiters, the one that was no taller than he’d been himself when he’d started high school ten years back. “You speaky English?” he said, cracking a smile under his mask.

“You think he’s a faggot Howard?”

“Fuck you Zack, I said no using our names.”

“They don’t understand shit,” Zachariah said. “So it don’t matter none.”

“How do you know they don’t know shit, you fucking genius.”

By Vincent Holland

Inspired by the case of foiled robbery – http://upi.com