Tiger's Curse On Crack

#Jealousy

Kishan: Hey, you know what this jacket is made out of?

Kelsey: Leather?

Kishan: Nope. Boyfriend material.

Ren: What the fuck did you just fucking say to her, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the war, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the enemy camps, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top class in the entire place of India. You are nothing to me but just another bitch as nigga. I will wipe you the fuck out with skills the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to her right in my fucking face? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting Mr. Kadam to come and kick your ass so hard and put you down like the little pussy you are, so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, Kishan. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the hidden weapons within the house and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” joke was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, Kishan.

Kelsey, Kishan, Nilima: .....

Mr. Kadam: I am not kicking anyone's ass I assure you.

Ren: Oh yes you are.