pochowek:

the boss, in her soothing voice: jack, you gotta listen to mumford and the sons. they’re folk music
snake: (does some stupid shit, like runs at her)
the boss: (just obliterates him non-violently and disassembles all of his mechanical equipment into the primal parts) Jack, I love you. Stop doing that. listen to mumford
snake: (screaming dramatically into the sky while downed)
the boss: please snake, they’re a good band