[ announcement for the Shera ]
[Spending the previous night at the bar had raised his spirits, but it wasn't meant to last. Oh, he's not happy, and he doesn't try to hide it either. Not long after the earthquake, he's got an announcement blaring over the speakers.]
Son of a BITCH.
Alright you filthy fuckin' layabouts! Get your asses up, you know the fuckin' drill! Make sure nothin' is fuckin' damaged! If I hear one complaint about a fuckin' headache, I'll give you one worth bitchin' about!
Shera, help them make the fuckin' checks, and if any of 'em give you lip, I'll fuckin' bust it for you. Get goin'!
Son of a BITCH.
Alright you filthy fuckin' layabouts! Get your asses up, you know the fuckin' drill! Make sure nothin' is fuckin' damaged! If I hear one complaint about a fuckin' headache, I'll give you one worth bitchin' about!
Shera, help them make the fuckin' checks, and if any of 'em give you lip, I'll fuckin' bust it for you. Get goin'!