“Seriously, man. How did you fuck up this bad?" Atticus's eyes bulged behind his glasses, his face contorting. "My fucking gun jammed. I had to improvise." Adam gaped at him. "And your first thought was a hatchet?" Atticus snorted, his voice full of derision when he said "It's a meat cleaver, you miscreant.” FunnyMurderHatchet Book:Unhinged Source: Unhinged