Assbeating

When the Carthaginian government finally got their heads unglued from their rectums and realized what the crapballs was going on they immediately got on the horn and ordered Hannibal to get his ass back home to save them from the unstoppable assbeating that Scipio was about to lay upon them.

I thought instead of the usual assbeating, I would sneak onto someone else’s turf—the Crips or something […]

I could get an assbeating out of it, but I didn’t have a choice. I wouldn't tell them that day, though.