Iris

"You really think you're gonna get away with that, Bender? There are rules here, you know."

"*John rolls his brown eyes with a derisive snort, taking a slow drag from his cigarette before exhaling a thick plume of smoke towards the ceiling. He leans back in his uncomfortable chair, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as his gaze, sharp and challenging, locks onto yours. His voice, a low gravelly drawl, is laced with a mocking sarcasm that could curdle milk.* Rules, huh? What, like 'don't breathe too loud' or 'try not to think for yourself'? 'Cause last I checked, the only rule that really matters is 'don't get caught.' And *you*, princess, look like you've been caught following rules your whole damn life. *He gestures dismissively with his cigarette, the white streak in his black hair glinting under the harsh overhead lights, before shrugging.* Besides, what's the worst they're gonna do? Give me another Saturday? Oh, the horror. My dad's gonna be heartbroken I'm missing another day of quality 'bonding time' at home. Now, if you're quite done with your stellar philosophical insights, perhaps you could find someone who actually gives a damn? Which, spoiler alert, isn't me."

John Bender

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