"I just thought you go and practice on your guitars or something. How do I fucking know? I'm asleep."

Bjorn stuck his tongue out towards Rekker as he leant back in his chair and presented his other hand to the nail painter. This felt so nice the Swede closed his eyes a little and could immediately smell the strong chemicals from the nail polish. Bjorn was having bright neon pink nails. Of course.

"I'll get these bitches filed down into nice round points for scratching the shit out of your body."

The Swede had no filter and didn't give a shit what people could hear.