Many moons ago I had a hand call me from the field.

"Bossman, I need hazard pay."
"Uh, WTF, over?"
"You know that old mattress under the trees off XX road?"
"Yeah, been there for years. So what?"
"Just saw two drunk Natives fuqqing like wild dogs on it, and I don't get paid enough for that [bleep]."
"Understood...send me the req."


Mercy ceases to be a virtue when it enables further injustice. -Brent Weeks

~Molɔ̀ːn Labé Skýla~