- I didn't seduce her! OK, I didn't know exactly what I was doing. It seemed like fun and then... well, THAT happened. - said Ronnie. - It wasn't intentional. I did it for shits and giggles, alright? We never had sex. She was mortified at the thought of losing her job, but I told her that I wouldn't tell anyone.	- Well... you just did. - said Tyler.	- You two aren't just "anyone". That's the difference. - said Ronnie and resumed his task... until his ears caught a disturbing row of cries for help.	- What kind of language is that? - Tyler asked.	- It's... Hindi. Urdu, to be specific. - Ronnie answered.	- How the fuck do you know? - Tyler asked.	- Just found it out. - answered Ronnie.	- Well, where does that lead us? - asked Tyler once again.	- Pakistan. - said Garret.	- We're not going there saving Muslims from the clutches of radical Islam and fighting for human rights, are we? - said Tyler.	- No, obviously. But if their lives are in danger, we'll help. Not because some non-governmental organisation is obsessed with political correctness and equal rights, but because they don't deserve to die just because some delusional maniac decided to play God with their fate. - said Ronnie.
Momchil Yoskov, The Immortal Trinity: Inheritance
blood, brutality, brutally-honest, death, heavy-metal, science-fiction, sociopolitical-manipulation, violence