"Hey, fuck you!" Hickey yells to the man that he sees attempting to break into a house. "That's my place!"
At least, it is for the moment. Cornelius Hickey, a man who dreams of grandeur and of better things in life, isn't going to settle for long. But finding a house with a little shack attached? The sort of place where one would store garden tools? In his mind, that's a building fit for a king. Something he deserves. And now this whoever it is, this person's attempting to break in? Not going to happen.
His hand moves to his pocket, clutching his knife as he looks over the person in Inuit clothing. "You damn Eskimaux, get away from there!"
He's got no idea who this man is. But whoever he is, he's going to soon have to deal with fully vocal, not at all vivisected, in one piece, damn angry Cornelius Hickey.
hope nobody needs this
At least, it is for the moment. Cornelius Hickey, a man who dreams of grandeur and of better things in life, isn't going to settle for long. But finding a house with a little shack attached? The sort of place where one would store garden tools? In his mind, that's a building fit for a king. Something he deserves. And now this whoever it is, this person's attempting to break in? Not going to happen.
His hand moves to his pocket, clutching his knife as he looks over the person in Inuit clothing. "You damn Eskimaux, get away from there!"
He's got no idea who this man is. But whoever he is, he's going to soon have to deal with fully vocal, not at all vivisected, in one piece, damn angry Cornelius Hickey.