"Thanks. I'd like it more if he wasn't such a little squealer, but whatcha gonna do? can't pick your family." Jerome sighed, exaggerated, and then approached Jeremiah while shaking his head slowly. "I love you, Jerry. You're my little brother. Flesh and blood."

He paused for a moment and then shrugged. "Granted, I hated our whore mother and I don't even know what to think of her getting fucked by that blind geezer, but this is different. You're the other side of the coin, aren't you? Two peas in a pod."

He pulled a switchblade out now and opened it up, looking at Jeremiah with a shrug. "Or I guess I'll just cut your throat. Might be fun to see you bleed."