Twayne The Boneraper
I’m just your average bureaucrat, but I come from a proud family — the Connecticut Bonerapers. I eat the occasional baby. I might not be the most charming guy in the world, but frankly, who needs charm when you’ve got them by the short hairs?
Weak, spineless mortals. Also, people who don’t like mustard. Who doesn’t like mustard?
Cutting benefits, downsizing, layoffs, a good power suit, and a fine Cuban baby arm cigar.
Our First Date
Warm jackal blood in Midtown. Dinner in SoHo, then maybe some light jazz. Oh and murder. Lots and lots of murder