Billy Butcher

Nah, don't worry. It can get a lot more horrible.

"You, back off, or I will shove this stick where the fuck you used to be." "You're a bunch of pathetic, Super-worshipping assholes." "I bet you'd thank Super if they took a shit on your mom's best china." "Has it ever occurred to you that you got your spine or dick broken just for a laugh?" "Where's your fucking rage?! Your self-respect?! Sitting here in your little circle. Whining a little. Fuck 'letting go.'" "You should be out there with a fucking chainsaw, chasing them!" "Just a bunch of scared fucking rabbits." "We didn't bring him here to have a fucking Happy Meal." "I'm saying if there's some weirdo in there with a big white beard, he's the heavyweight champion of the world."
Yeah. He's got a boner over mass murder and giving children cancer, and his good ol' fashioned response to the existential asshole group that is humanity is to pin his own bleeding son to a chalkboard. "That's a bold move." "C'mon, even you have to agree with me. We should fucking nuke him and get this over with." "You know what I'm saying?" "I just had to run to the store. I didn't have much time to mind my own fucking business." "Nah, don't worry. Things could get a lot worse." "Well, a stranger is just a friend you haven't met yet." "The kid's a crybaby. I don't want him getting snot all over my jacket." "All supers are the same. Every single one of them, damn it. See, people like the cozy feeling that supers give them... but if you knew half the shit they do... So fucking diabolical. But that's where I come in. To spank the bastards when they step out of line." "Chill out, man, this isn't a hate crime. If the super did this when she was happy, imagine what she'd do if she found out you were lying to her from the start?" "Congress? Please. What kind of bunch of corrupting fucking bastards is this."