[ Mondo's blood begins to boil. This asshat knows jack shit and yet keeps yapping like he's some fucking saint, just like their first encounter. He knew it, he should've trusted his gut feeling.

Sure, he can't deny he's done something horrible he can never take back. But again, it's none of this shithead's fucking business. He's got no rights to judge when he barely knows anything.

Despite the anger, Mondo has no more energy to bark back. Instead, he spits out poison with vicious low snarl. ]

I answered your goddamn question... Answer mine. Where the fuck were we, if that ain't a dream?

[ His grip tightens on the palm pilot. ]

If you're not gonna give me one, I've got no business with ya.