You fucking vermin, how'd I know you'd show up? I've been sitting in this chair all night, listening. There were times I swore I heard you out there, would rise with a start, peek through the curtain and see only the radius of the post-light...and nothing. Losing my mind.
But here you are. I can smell the meat-rot in your fucking mouth, your coke-hungry eyes scanning the floor, my shirt for every crumb. You are here to teach me...to provide me with a valuable life-lesson in social order.
Social order.
What fucking order? Your loyalty? Your rules? Your graces? Your queen? You would just as soon eat her for showing weakness. You have no order. Where more than two of you are gathered, there can be no order.
Let's chat...what? This? No, of course I'm not putting it down. You think I'm nuts?
I'm hungry, get it? The last group of you left me here with nothing and I've had a long time to sit here, thinking about that. I've been in this chair a long time, waiting...for you, comprende?
So now, which of you is going to get in the pot?
What? Oh, you didn't notice that door latch behind you? Yeah. let's not change the subject. You need to work this out among yourselves and get me an answer in the next 5 minutes. I want an answer in the next five minutes.
Use your superior social skills. Do it.
I'm waiting.
:jihaad:
I like this series. :mittens:
It all sounds disturbingly familiar. Play on, navkat, play on. I want to see this.
YESSSSSSS