Displaced
Octavian glared at the members of his band, who one has to admit were looking rather evil and smugly satisified.
"I hate you. I hate you all."
"Hey, you'll only be wearing that for the second half of the concert. First half is all our usual stuff...and I think Bek is playing too. But then?"
Sergei grinned.
"I f*cking hate you all. Die lonely painful deaths."
C'mon, cobber...It says it won't hurt.
"HOLY F*CKING CHRIST!"
Well, obviously, you can't trust advertising.
Octavian gritted his teeth.
"My hate knows no bounds. I hate you all with the fiery passion of a thousand suns."
"Been watching that movie again?" Angelo asked.
"F*ck off and *die*."
Octavian rubbed his leg, wincing.
We've still got to do the other one...
"I bloody well hate you all. OH, F*CK!"