Can you taste the overemotional, whiny theatrics? I don't even have a remarkable sense of taste and it's still palpable. It's--
[ And he just watches her eat the letter in shock and disgust. Disgust that IT SHOULD'VE BEEN ON FIRE. ]
WHAT ARE YOU, A WALKING GARBAGE DISPOSAL? DO I NEED TO SHOVE OUR PILES OF EMPTY WRAPPINGS AND FILTH INTO THAT GAPING MAW OF HORROR THAT YOU CALL A MOUTH?
[ All the yelling seems to leave him out of breath and he sits down. Even though his body is in terrible shape and his mind is riddled with dumb, nothing will break the spirit of rage. ]
Fine, but I'll have you know that though my body may be wracked with fuckery, I'm not utterly helpless. I'm not Tavros. Even crippled I still have enough spine to survive.
...And I think I still have a death lizard in my sylladex. Feel free to employ that at any point.
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[ And he just watches her eat the letter in shock and disgust.
Disgust that IT SHOULD'VE BEEN ON FIRE.]WHAT ARE YOU, A WALKING GARBAGE DISPOSAL? DO I NEED TO SHOVE OUR PILES OF EMPTY WRAPPINGS AND FILTH INTO THAT GAPING MAW OF HORROR THAT YOU CALL A MOUTH?
[ All the yelling seems to leave him out of breath and he sits down. Even though his body is in terrible shape and his mind is riddled with dumb, nothing will break the spirit of rage. ]
Fine, but I'll have you know that though my body may be wracked with fuckery, I'm not utterly helpless. I'm not Tavros. Even crippled I still have enough spine to survive.
...And I think I still have a death lizard in my sylladex. Feel free to employ that at any point.