McKullah

We knew that we had it made. Nobody questioned us - even when the bodies started turning up, nobody batted an eye in our direction.
See that's what the guys downtown knew - they knew you had to get the ok first, then and only then could you go through with a job.
It wasn't until later that month that we had heard about McKullah. How they got to him, how they made him talk.
Word was McKullah just sat there and whined all night long. He whined just like a little bitch. A little punk bitch.
You see the problem with McKullah was that he could always dish it out, but he could never take it - and when you're flyin' fancy free and ridin' lightnin' fast, you'd best keep your balls and shaft in check at all times.