The mixed marks on that stack of cards,
I know what they mean and I know them well :
crapshoot low-life cheatin' man like you.
My cigarette is a carbine; can burn at both ends.
You'd better leave this room right now, you ain't
no kin, and you ain't no friend. You make
double-time, unless you be flyin'.
That was my story as it happened, and, yes,
yes, I did end up shootin' his ass. Crapshoot
low-life cheatin' man like him.