Voicetesting: In which Travis questions my choice in muses

[jerkitout]

Yeah, that's right. Your choice in characters has been seriously pissing me off lately. What do I mean? What the fuck do you think I mean? First off, you pick up every assassin and their grandmother but me. Then after you finally get rid of them all and pick up me you have the balls to leave her around? Have you gone insane? Bad Girl is batshit fucking psychotic! ...no pun intended.

...anyway, like I was saying before; get rid of her! I have to sleep in here, asswipe! I don't want some crazy bitch coming at me with a bat while I'm trying to catch some Zs!

[...]

Wait...WHAT?! You mean to tell me through those lazy-ass ellipses that you're actually apping HER to a game, but not ME?! What kinda fucked up shit is this?  No, you know what? Bullshit. I am not standing for this level of bullshittery. There's gotta be a place I can report your ass to! You know, I call up a hotline, tell them my story, then they go and get me a new player because you suck?

...no? ...nothing at all?

...

...well they should. Seriously, fuck you.

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[overdosing]

Get in line.

It's because she hasn't found you yet, isn't it.

[jerkitout]

I said "Fuck you", not "I want to fuck you". Get a hearing aid.

Not even close.

[Maybe a little close.]

[overdosing]

[louder:] What? You want to do what to me? Oh, Herr Touchdown. Keep that to yourself; there might be kinder present.

Well, yelling isn't going to solve anything, you know. It will just make her find you faster.

I can't stop laughing, this is great.

[jerkitout]

I ran a laser sword through her crazy ass once, I can do it again.

[Also since you want to play it that way, he'll raise his voice.]

I SAID, SINCE YOU'RE DEAF AS SHIT, I WANT TO CUT YOUR GODDAMN HEAD OFF AND USE IT AS A SOCCER BALL.