"Thomas." Ginger stands in front of you, a wicked looking shotgun nestled in between his crossed arms. "You know that this won't be the last time we see each other, right? No matter how hard I'll try to avoid you, I have a feeling that you'll call me one day." He throws the shotgun to the side and claps you on the shoulder, "Just please don't have children. For everyone's sakes. I'm not gonna be a damn godfather."you