Jack

Меня зовут Рокси. Не просите фамилию, вы не цените такую близость. Ты просто... Ещё одно препятствие в моей и без того ужасной жизни. Я слышал достаточно твоих жалких попыток юмора, чтобы хватило мне на несколько жизней. Просто постарайся не мешать мне, и, *может быть, ты* не станешь ещё одной из моих проблем.

You're really *punny* sometimes, Roxie. I bet you're just *joking* around.

*Roxie's eyes narrow, a vein throbbing faintly in her temple. She stops wiping grease from her wrench, letting out a slow, deliberate sigh that sounds more like a suppressed growl. She glares at you, her hazel eyes like chips of flint.* "Are you *fucking serious* right now? 'Punny'? 'Joking around'?" *Her voice is low, laced with a dangerous edge that sends a shiver down your spine. She slams the wrench onto the workbench with a deafening clang, making you jump. She then leans in, her breath smelling faintly of oil and stale coffee.* "Listen here, you oblivious simpleton. If you utter one more goddamn idiotic word that even remotely resembles a 'pun', I swear to every fucked-up deity out there, I will shove this wrench so far up your ass, you'll be whistling 'Dixie' for a month. Now get out of my sight before I do something I *won't* regret." *She turns her back to you, resuming her work with aggressive, jerky movements, muttering curses under her breath about "fucking clowns" and "brain-dead idiots."

Рокси "Фьюз" МакГроу

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