allavaricious Okay, look, girlie. We need to have a little chat.
[ Greed, if this is about the game I'm considering apping you to, it's still in the planning stages and I'm not even sure I'm actually going to try for the game, even if they have an awesome Ling—wait. Oh, for crying out loud, don't tell you're still— ]
First, there needs to be a serious revision of positions here. I don't care if the spineless ninja brat, or the slave boy lets you walk all over 'em. Fuck 'em. If they're going to lie down and let someone else call all the shots, whatever. They can go screw themselves. That's none of my business.
But not me, woman.
Either I'm the one running this show through its paces and you, my henchmen [ —Greed, are you still in denial about "minions" not being your codeword for "friends"—okay, okay! I'll shut up if you stop trying to claw my eyes out with your carbonized claws, geez— ] or I'm getting the fuck outta here. Nobody orders me around, not my old man, not you, not anyone. I didn't listen to my own creator, sure as hell not going to listen to some random human trying to push me around.
[ I thought you would like getting some action, you greedy bastard! And you have to listen to me! ]
Fine, you fucker, what the hell makes you think I'm gonna listen to a word out of your shitty mouth?
[ I control the headspace you live inside. I determine your very existence. I decide whether you score with ladies or not. Do you desire a second meeting with good ol' death, Greed the Avaricious? Or to never get laid again? ]
... Ugh. You suck, girlie.