by P. E. Rempel
Shooting Gus was even more satisfying: You should of treated my mama better, gringo. You shouldn’t of dishonored my mama. You need to learn how to treat a lady, mister. Gus raised his hands and shrieked –– like a woman frightened by a spider. He pleaded for mercy, but it was much too late for that. Die muddahfukkah!