Simple.
If you start a fight in my house - don't come back. I don't care who you are. Brother, sister, Papa, Mama, Uncle Dick, best friend or favourite trick. Just the way it is. Now I don't wanna sound like a complete moron, I think Judge Masipa has done that quite admirably (Pistorius) for the both of us, but you have to get it from the getgo that you only get one chance to prove that you're a boy and you had that chance at the age of 13 when you got into your first fight. Now take a hike. Mike. And you, Corb. Well, I'm in one of those moods where moods count and all I say is, get a flippin' life now and stop your crap and try to settle down. Oh I forgot, you're new to whoring, well, let me tell you something, you don't do a bad job at it as jobs go. Ah, you guessed it, I'm angry. So, now let me tell you something about your writing, Mr. Wolf. I love your dialogue curves. And the fact that Corbin and Mike and Pete have made me downright angry, well, that's a good thing for fiction, isn't it? Yeah, you rock.
Excellent chapter. Got me going as you can see.