-finishes his juice, crushing it in his hand before throwing it away- Feh Fucking, brands... expensive as shit- taste like shit.
-watches the room through his scope again- Look at them... So fucking- calm. I bet it's just that the joke's gotten old without me being there. Fucking brilliant.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post... -glares at Dresden- ... Save it.
You're like the team back home. Not taking me seriously.
So you can go to hell for all I care. Don't know why I helped a stranger with his issue with another stranger.
Both decided to make me look like a moron. -spits on the ground-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postYeah- yeah.
Like I'd believe that.
It's not that you're making me look bad. You're making me look like a moron which I don't particularly enjoy, jerk.
I already have to deal with the fact that I have to sit idly by while you allow a Lunatic to believe this is France.
It's not the fucking Truth, Harry. You're shitting yourself, and him. To hell with that "breakdown" of his.
And then you have the balls to make me look like an idiot alongside everyone else even after that? Well fuck you too.
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"Just let him cool down. He's a hot-headed Mud Man."