Lawrence Snart

Smacks @ColdRetaliation across the face.

“New timeline, sonny. Your friend is too dumb to do your dirty work this time.”

“Shut up, squirt.”

Smacks @ColdRetaliation with his shoe. “Idiot. I should’ve never had you.”

“Oh, brother. The other burden on my shoulder.”

You little punk.

Loser.

“You’re just like your brother. A big loser!”

Lawrence went ahead and dialed 911. “Hello, Keystone City Police? I’d like to report the locations of @ColdRetaliation and @LovableSnart. They both went into my home and attacked me! They tried killing me. They’re hold up at the Keystone Saloon! Please hurry!”

“Time to kill my kids.”

“Still alive?” @lovablesnart

“Why are you such a bitch? That little gun of yours won’t change the fact that you’re a coward, Leonard!”

“Shut up, you big baby.”

“You’re broke.”

“Top was my lover. I’ll miss him.”

“You only survived this spanking. It doesn’t make you a man.”

“We’re the same.”

“Your life ain’t the only one that’s hard, Len. Unlike you, I love my father. You just refuse to see that we aren’t so different aside from that. You’re cold to everyone including yourself.”

“Pot calling the kettle black, son. That’s also no way to talk about my daddy.”

“Serves you right, squirt.”