queensbladeRighto. So, few points, birdie, and I'll try to be succinct. (Shut up, you know damn well I only used that sodding word because it would confuse the hell out of both of them.)
Point the First: While I disliked working for an all-powerful Goddess who can't remember her own bloody name, an evil, plotting witch who is actually one of the saner kinds of psychopath is not what I meant when I mentioned something better in the line of a career improvement. Also, having her make me kill a dragon with an enchanted blade to betray some king I've never met? Not interested. Thing would probably take my leg off.
No. No, that is not an 'interesting' idea. The fuck is it with you and chopping off bits of us?
Point the Second: While I can't say I really wanted to know my entire life is a fabrication, I'll deal with it. But I really, really don't want to meet either one of them and have to try and explain all of this to them. Bad enough I'd still sleep with 'em, for God's sake, especially considering neither one of them even knows who the hell I am because we've never actually met. I just think we have. Right. Thanks for that, too.
Point the Third: There's nothing wrong with girls. I don't care whose ear was used to make me by the witch/goddess/what the hell ever, I don't mind girls. You just need to deal with it. God, the hoops you try to jump through when I get interested are just painful. Stop it. Ollie's queer right through, that should be plenty for you.
Point the Fourth: I don't have asthma. Not really. Not anymore. All better, right? Have been for years. Actually, I never actually did have it. Because I'm a fake, remember? And I'm sure she wouldn't have been so careless in a creation she plans on using like me, right? So. Give me a pack of smokes already. That werewolf bloke gets to smoke. Why the hell can't I? Bastard.
Yeah. That's it. Go back to ignoring me. Don't know why I bother. Lord knows you won't pay any mind whatever I say.