That New Year's Moment...

[master_of_the_game]

[Artemis, what is with your taste in men? Really? THAT one? Even CAMERON would have been preferable.]

...You know, right now I could really use a drink. A strong one.

Like actual rubbing alcohol. I wonder if I can find some quality prison hooch.

Comments

[master_of_the_game]

What? Kill you? I don't really want to do that any more than your other traitorous sister does.

Your other teammates, however, are fair game. Before I was content to follow orders for a greater plan, but I've realized something.

All these teammates? They're the problem. A bad influence. Since I can't convince you with words, I'm just going to have to cut out the negative influence.

[totallyhisniece]

You know what? Maybe that might have scared me once, but we took on pretty much the entire Justice League without anyone getting so much as a scratch. We can handle one washed up human.

[master_of_the_game]

A greatly diminished league. With their full faculties, you would have all been pasty smears within a few minutes.

[totallyhisniece]

You say stuff like that and yet you still think of yourself as a good father. You really are nuts.

[master_of_the_game]

I gave you a chance to join the better side, Artemis. On several occasions.

[totallyhisniece]

I am on the better side. Would it kill you just try and be supportive?

[master_of_the_game]

How supportive am I supposed to be? You chose a path that deviated from just about every generation of the Crock family before you. You wasted any techniques and skill I ever taught you.