Dark, in the middle of a meeting: Hey Wilford… my leg hurts…
Wilford: *glances down*
Dark:
Wilford, standing up and cocking his gun: How could you? To your own husband? HOW COULD YOU?
Dark, in the middle of a meeting: Hey Wilford… my leg hurts…
Wilford: *glances down*
Dark:
Wilford, standing up and cocking his gun: How could you? To your own husband? HOW COULD YOU?