Nineteenth Whisper
THAT BASTARD! THAT IDIOT, THAT MORON, THAT BLOCKHEAD, THAT STUPID BASTARD! Playing me like I'm a fool? He, of all people, of all the retarded bastards I've met with, would be the one to toy with me? Then what about those curses? Or that dinner? Ha, I bet someone put him up to it. All he knows about dinner is that it's an evening meal! That's all, nothing else! How could he think of dinner as anything else but that? I knew I was right about those curses. Those deities just force people to become what they aren't. Their actions or anything they say aren't them at all, if the curses are about that. So forget about what he did and said in the past. He's as dense as dense can be. I don't even know why I care. I. DON'T. CARE! I HATE HIM!
Blue! Let's spar. Right now.
And that ramen shop? Still open, right? I'll take the largest bowl of noodles you have.
And you! We're talking.
[ooc: Overreacting to this.]