Jax & Sonny

"You've got mail!"

An e-mail from Sonny?  WTF?

Look up.

Hello Jax.

Corinthos.

Hold your hands this far apart, Jax.

This far?

No, closer, there, that far. 
That's how small Brenda
says your dick is.

No way.

Way.

Let's kill her.

Let's go.

OK, Corinthos, I'm jumping.  You going
down with Brenda and the plane?

Yep.

Sit down, shut up and wait

What's going on out there??

We're going down, baby, and
not the way you're used to.

There's another way?

It worked.  She's dead.  Let
me feel her boobs.  Yeah.

Aaaggghhhh!  It lives!
It's got my arm!

Ow, my nog!  What a drag!

Why won't you just die??

Dammit.

Sonny to Jax: "Negative results."

Crackle on radio:  "Damn"