[ Shit, shit, shit, holy fucking shit, what's better, dying from being shot at by Kavinsky, or dying by his own sheer stupidity?
He's never been in such a precious position in his life. And he likes to jump from rooftop to rooftop. Shit. Shit.
Shit. ]
God-fucking-damnit!
[ He looks up, so he doesn't have to look down anymore. He should get some kind of jetpack. That would be useful. ]
This is all your fault, you asshole!
[ He's probably not going to die. The catwalk groans and dips lower again, which is back for Kavinsky, but good for Ronan - the closer he is to the ground before he has to jump off, the better.
But at this point, he's probably going to have to save Kavinsky's ass, too. Everything. Is. Terrible. ]
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He's never been in such a precious position in his life. And he likes to jump from rooftop to rooftop. Shit. Shit.
Shit. ]
God-fucking-damnit!
[ He looks up, so he doesn't have to look down anymore. He should get some kind of jetpack. That would be useful. ]
This is all your fault, you asshole!
[ He's probably not going to die. The catwalk groans and dips lower again, which is back for Kavinsky, but good for Ronan - the closer he is to the ground before he has to jump off, the better.
But at this point, he's probably going to have to save Kavinsky's ass, too. Everything. Is. Terrible. ]
You can't stay up here!