Wow. [ buzz! buzz! buzz! followed by Mike's irritated "Helpy, cut that out." sheesh. ] I'll pretend you never said that.
The actual reason I'm showing you all this-- [ he points a gloved finger at the folder again, you know for emphasis, ] --is not only to show you all the shit I'm putting up with, but also to you show you the shit I do not tolerate.
I am surrounded by death. I've known nothing but the absolute worst humanity has to offer, not just in my own family. It's all I've known, for all my life and afterlife. [ and now he takes the bear mask off, snarling as he points a finger accusingly in Gen's direction, an eerie purple glow in his animatronic eyes. ] And here you come waltzing in, bitching about to get your way, storming off and setting dumpsters on fire like a toddler having a temper tantrum when you don't get your way, calling yourself a little "psycho" like that's something to be fucking proud of! You think you have the right to demand anything you want from me, you treat my generosity - which I'm deeply regretting - like a free ticket to be an utter hellion, because surely the lonely zombie man will jump at the opportunity to mack on the first pair of tits to present themselves in thirty years.
Death follows you, Firestarter. It covers and consumes and reeks around you. [ do you believe in ghosts? want to tell him all about that body count now? ] Maybe you can't see them, but I sure fucking can. And if you think I'm going to risk what little I have left just so you can obliviously lead more of them to my front door, you're sorely mistaken. You're no psychopath, you're just a little shit.
So either grow the fuck up, or get the fuck out of my restaurant.
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The actual reason I'm showing you all this-- [ he points a gloved finger at the folder again, you know for emphasis, ] --is not only to show you all the shit I'm putting up with, but also to you show you the shit I do not tolerate.
I am surrounded by death. I've known nothing but the absolute worst humanity has to offer, not just in my own family. It's all I've known, for all my life and afterlife. [ and now he takes the bear mask off, snarling as he points a finger accusingly in Gen's direction, an eerie purple glow in his animatronic eyes. ] And here you come waltzing in, bitching about to get your way, storming off and setting dumpsters on fire like a toddler having a temper tantrum when you don't get your way, calling yourself a little "psycho" like that's something to be fucking proud of! You think you have the right to demand anything you want from me, you treat my generosity - which I'm deeply regretting - like a free ticket to be an utter hellion, because surely the lonely zombie man will jump at the opportunity to mack on the first pair of tits to present themselves in thirty years.
Death follows you, Firestarter. It covers and consumes and reeks around you. [ do you believe in ghosts? want to tell him all about that body count now? ] Maybe you can't see them, but I sure fucking can. And if you think I'm going to risk what little I have left just so you can obliviously lead more of them to my front door, you're sorely mistaken. You're no psychopath, you're just a little shit.
So either grow the fuck up, or get the fuck out of my restaurant.