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Agent Hosty...I don’t know where you got your training son - and I can give two fiddles of a cat fuck if you FBI or not.
Right now you are standing in my fuckin’ room. You don’t say a Goddamn word to the prisoner unless I am finished. I’ve been interrogating cock suckers like this - since’fore your momma was strokin’ the shaft you shot out of. You understand me boy? I have a method to my approach, I do not like to aggravate the subject...you go at him like that, he’s not gonna tell you fucking shit. (breathes deep) Now I only cuss when I’m pissed JIM, and right now you’ve got me madder than a bull waking up a steer.
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