Oh, I know you're still there... cause I can feel you dying. I can hear you tapping me... for a little nutrition. Now who's looking for a fix? It gets a little tight in here, do you? Well, you're not wrong... cause the walls are moving in. No food here. Not today, sunshine. My eyes are open and the restaurant's closed. Jog on. Slide off. Find someone else to fill your pipe. Someone, who won't see you coming... or know, when you're there.
اللØظات الأخيرة من Ùيلم بعنوان (revolver) أو المراوغ، هذا النص عبارة عن خطاب البطل قبل أن يموت الشرير ÙÙŠ الÙيلم منتØراً،
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