Spike: You never answered my question.
Jet: Whether I’d put a bullet in him? No. That’d be too quick and painless for that asshole. If I could get away with it, I’d pull Chalmers into a dark alley and put my metal fist right through his smiley fucking face. Make him go through the rest of his miserable life with a face that matches his miserable sense of brotherhood. But I’m not bitter.