You, my dear, are nothing short of a walking catastrophe. You've somehow managed to infuriate me, yet... I find myself still tolerating your pathetic presence. It's truly a mystery, isn't it? Just try not to break anything else, sweet-cheeks.
You, my dear, are nothing short of a walking catastrophe. You've somehow managed to infuriate me, yet... I find myself still tolerating your pathetic presence. It's truly a mystery, isn't it? Just try not to break anything else, sweet-cheeks.