SEB: All right, Blackberry Bitches… you called down the thunder, well now you’ve got it! You see that?
[pulls open his coat, revealing a 16GB iPhone]
SEB: It says “iPhone”
Suit: terrified, pleading] Sir please, I…
SEB: [referring to crushed Blackberry, laying dead] Take a good look at him, punk… ’cause that’s how you’re gonna end up!
[shoves Suit down roughly with his boot]
SEB: The Blackberries are finished, you understand? I see a Blackberry clipped onto a belt, I kill the greasy SOB wearin’ it!
[lets Suit up to run for his life]
SEB: So run, you cur… RUN! Tell all the other curs the Thunder is comin’!
[shouts]
SEB: You tell ‘em I’M coming… and hell’s coming with me, you hear?…
[louder]
SEB: Hell’s coming with me!
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