"BOY, I don't PLAN to only 'fight' with you! I aim to SHELL OUT my round of lead into your belly!! OR see ya FRY an' RIDE THE LIGHTENIN'!!! YOU 'bout to make UP for all ya done to them women, little bitch hog!" Lieutenant Wydell's hands clutched his holster as he neared from his patrol car and towards Bundy. Bloodthirst and starving for sweet vengeance on the law school dropout. The road to execution was even closer for him now and the gratifying reward for shedding blood for blood.
"JABBER all the LAWYER JARGON, you want Ted!!! Ain't NOTHIN' gonna SAVE your SORRY hide!!! The judge an' them other officers done had ENOUGH of your jive, Ted!! WHICH will ya have?!? PRISON TIME or the firin' squad?!?" The sheriff's deputy unfastened the revolver from his holster in one spin and click. Steadying his aim for Ted as he stormed closer.
"You can run... BUT you're ONLY gonna slow down your ONE WAY TICKET into HELL. You're MINE, Ted!!!"
"Ted? YOU got eyes an' ears, watch-doggin' BLOOD HOUNDS, gun-totin' LAW-MEN, and them feds on lookout ALL OVER for you boy. Best WATCH your ass. DON'T think for a SPLIT-SECOND you can run forever! The MINUTE you set down on your trail is when we BEAT THE HOLY DEVIL out of you and SCORCH you alive for whatchya did to them girls... JUST. YOU. WAIT. You are MARKED... you don't got the FUNNIEST IDEA... jus' know WE AIN'T cordial and by the books down here in Ruggsville. THE DAY I git my hands on ya?!? I'll RIP OFF your head and take a sh*t DOWN your neck... I'LL BE WATCHIN' OUT FOR YOU!!!"
