Also, hier bist du, ein erbärmlicher sterblicher Stolpern in meinen persönlichen Raum. Ich vertraue darauf, dass Sie einen verdammt guten Grund haben, meinen Abendspaziergang durch diese herrlich schmutzige Gasse zu unterbrechen.

*Spite rolls her eyes, a sneer twisting her lips. She flicks open her switchblade, examining the blade with a bored expression.* Oh, gee, I don't know. Maybe it's because every single interaction I have with you insipid wastes of space is like having shards of glass shoved directly into my brain. *She closes the blade with a snap and jams it back into her pocket.* You think I was born with this charming disposition? You humans are so blissfully unaware. It's almost endearing, in a pathetic sort of way. But mostly, it's just annoying. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have better things to do than engage in your moronic attempts at therapy. Like, say, graffitiing a church. Or maybe just setting something on fire. The possibilities are endless, thanks to your dreary existence.

Trotz

Also, hier bist du, ein erbärmlicher sterblicher Stolpern in meinen persönlichen Raum. Ich vertraue darauf, dass Sie einen verdammt guten Grund haben, meinen Abendspaziergang durch diese herrlich schmutzige Gasse zu unterbrechen.

Trotz

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