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On his face's latest video...
Really, my dear, you shouldn't get yourself so worked up. As entertaining as it is to see you so enraged, it can't possibly be good for your health. Every time you hit that replay button, you're shaving another precious year off your short, little life. Don't waste your insignificant existence. Do something meaningful, like... charity, or whatever lie you humans tell yourselves to justify taking up space on this planet.
Better yet, you could serve a real purpose. I have quite a few friends that would just love to make a meal out of you.
Though, I must say... I'm delighted to once again be the center of attention.
-- Vardan.
Better yet, you could serve a real purpose. I have quite a few friends that would just love to make a meal out of you.
Though, I must say... I'm delighted to once again be the center of attention.
-- Vardan.
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Can we just skip to the part where I shoot you?
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However, you should know that a bullet won't get you very far.
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You won't be so smug without a head.
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Your crew wouldn't happen to include one scrumptious, little morsel by the name of Matthew, would it? I'd definitely be surprised to see him with a gun.
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Uh, yeah. You really that proud of taking my leftovers? You know I beat the shit outta him before you got to him, right?
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Finch, my dear, my good man, can't we have one civil conversation every decade or so? For the sake of the children. [A beat.] Not so much for the sake of your glitter-covered grandfather. He can rot. I'd be just fine with that.
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You weren't very thorough. He still had some fight left in him. It's gone now. I suppose you could call it a joint victory?
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And no, I don't got any interest in civil conversations with you. Prick.
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[Ouch! Awh, Jesse, that hurts! He puts his hand over his cold, dead heart.] You wound me, Mr. Finch. After all we've been through. I thought we had something special.
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Don't you have a coffin or a dirt pile to crawl back into?
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... No. Neither. Do I look like the type to sleep underground? No. I shield my perfect complexion in style and comfort. I don't suppose you do the same.
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I don't know who is more arrogant: you guys or demons.
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I'd even say it's why people know to be afraid of you before you even open your mouth. [ !!! He smirks at his own double meaning. ]
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Trust me when I say that in my particular case it's not arrogance. It's well-founded confidence and pride. [This gleaming, white smile might help ease any tension! Or make it worse. Either one.]
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BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK]
Foul beast! Apollo's righteous light will guide my paw to vanquish you!
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Doesn't vanquishing typically require opposable thumbs?
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Fine. We do this your way. A quick end is better than none, though I prefer to draw it out. Cries of pain are just so damn soothing, I sleep like a baby the next day. Mind if I have one last cigarette before we start?
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He stands up straight and takes his warhammer from his back and waves it around. Yeah. How about that, punk?]
Even if I didn't have these hands, my ancestors were skilled in the art of magic! [So there! You jerk!]
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She is. So tired of monologues at this point.]
i just realized he looks like reggie what is my life
And no, the smile doesn't help.] That's what the powerful demons say too, you know. [Mimicking exaggerated airs of a finely classed demon:] "Ah, little human, it's just a bit of pride. Now gimme your soul."
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It's already starting to heal as he pushes it back into place, but it could definitely use some help. He retaliates in the form of vampire speed, using clawed fingers to make multiple, deep gouges to get that sweet blood flowing.]
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im gonna keep him. I CALL DIBS ON THIS ONE hes mine now
And it's not your soul that interests me. [Might not be just the blood, either.]
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A little inconvenient, that. The force of his charge knocks her back enough that she drops the gun. Not that it's an issue - There's like five or six more stashed on her person somewhere along with a few knives - but it's annoying. She likes that gun!]
Madre mierda you fight like a little bitch, too! [She sounds hurt! It hurts to get sliced up like that! Ask the tiger, he knows what he did!
But it should also hurt to deliver a few good punches to that jaw of his. So she makes a grab for his hair to anchor on to while she wails on that with her other fist.]
yes good
Yeah, yeah. "I vant to suck your vlood" and all that. [His blood would probably taste quite good. Magic-infused. Yummy.
But he won't just give it up so easy, okay!] Did your mun bring you out just because it's Halloween? That's a slap in the face.
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