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Homeless and sort of kind of looking
[Mun has been quiet for quite a while now, but somehow decides to come back with this ass.]
[The ass in question is not amused. He stares, just watching and thinking for a moment.]
You're tired... Maybe you've considered this for a few days. Well, maybe you've thought about coming back for a few months, but with me? This is a new low. A dangerous one. Even for you.
But you're still just sitting there, thinking that I'm the one afraid. After all, you can put me anywhere. Someplace that I have none of my strengths or none of my memories. Or even an asinine sex game. But you forget. I'm smarter than the average bear.
I know how this writing thing works. You control me for a few months, dragging me around from place to place, enjoying whatever little game you like playing with me, but in the background - I mean, real deep back there - I'm really the one in control, aren't I? And you know it. And soon I'll be the one running the shots, killing all those sweet people who you thought I'd grow to love so much.
Maybe you should stop while you're ahead, kid.
But like I said. You're tired... I'm sure you'll grow whatever you people call a brain by morning.
[The ass in question is not amused. He stares, just watching and thinking for a moment.]
You're tired... Maybe you've considered this for a few days. Well, maybe you've thought about coming back for a few months, but with me? This is a new low. A dangerous one. Even for you.
But you're still just sitting there, thinking that I'm the one afraid. After all, you can put me anywhere. Someplace that I have none of my strengths or none of my memories. Or even an asinine sex game. But you forget. I'm smarter than the average bear.
I know how this writing thing works. You control me for a few months, dragging me around from place to place, enjoying whatever little game you like playing with me, but in the background - I mean, real deep back there - I'm really the one in control, aren't I? And you know it. And soon I'll be the one running the shots, killing all those sweet people who you thought I'd grow to love so much.
Maybe you should stop while you're ahead, kid.
But like I said. You're tired... I'm sure you'll grow whatever you people call a brain by morning.
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Problem solver, problem generator. Semantics, right?