His sneer grew a bit more pronounced; long practice had gotten haughty lip-curling down to an art.
"I could be a goddamn master, how would you know? You're too much of a coward to try and face me on any kind a' fuckin' level playin' field, if you can't stack the game in your favor you won't ever fuckin' play."
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"I could be a goddamn master, how would you know? You're too much of a coward to try and face me on any kind a' fuckin' level playin' field, if you can't stack the game in your favor you won't ever fuckin' play."