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Let me tell ya what’s gonna happen.  You’re gonna go home, and in a day or two, there’s gonna be cops everywhere.  And they’re gonna say you got kiddie porn there in your house.  And it’ll be kind of hard to deny, because there it is.  And there gonna have proof of you molesting little children.  I imagine there’ll even be pictures.  And you’re gonna go to prison.  I guarantee it.  You know what they do to you guys in prison?  You child molesters?  You’re gonna spend the next 30 or 40 years takin’ it up the ass every day.  Just like you tried to give it to me up the ass.  But I’m better at this game than you are.  And then, after you do your time, just when you’re about to get out, I’m gonna have ya shanked – maybe in the shower, maybe in the yard... who knows?  And you know what?  There ain’t a damned thing you can do about it.  Go ahead and run.  Do you seriously think you got enough brains to get out of the country without gettin’ caught?  You ain’t got that kind of money, and you ain’t got them kinds of friends.  Hey, get yourself a lawyer!  Now there’s a sure winner.  Pretend you’re gonna fight back.  Do you even know anybody who has a gun?  And even if I die, the money’s already been paid.  All the way down to the end.  That’s what happens when you cross Eddie Two Fingers.  Who’s Eddie Two Fingers?  I’m Eddie Two Fingers, you stupid freak.  Excuse me?  What?  You tellin’ me that ain’t Larry?  Oh, dude.  Wow.  I guess you really are screwed...