Hunting Pants

"What about these pants I got on? You think they're okay?"

"Imagine you're a deer. You're prancing around. You get thirsty. You spot a little brook. You put your little deer lips down to the cool, clear water - BAM. A fuckin' bullet rips off part of your head. Your brains are lying on the ground in little bloody pieces. Now I aks you: do you give a fuck what kind of pants the son-of-a-bitch who shot you was wearing?"