003 - Video
[It may be late in the day, but Puck's holed up in his room having a solo jam session with the guitar he got from the closets, which happens to be broadcast to everyone in the mansion.
He's chilling out playing the chords to the song he wrote, Big Ass Heart, unaware that people can actually see and hear him ( Read more... )
He's chilling out playing the chords to the song he wrote, Big Ass Heart, unaware that people can actually see and hear him ( Read more... )
Quit your fucking noise pollution or I will come over there and shove that thing so far up your ass it stabs your tiny brain.
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Why you gotta hate, man?
[He cracks his knuckles.]
Good thing I don't know where you're at, or I'd get all up in your face, and it wouldn't be pretty.
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Slow, bloodthirsty grin spreading across his face here.]
Tenth floor, room 110. I'd love to see you try, trash.
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It's already been brought.
[Puck makes his way from the first floor to the tenth, and without really thinking, he attempts to break his way in.]
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Oh. And he's also go a fireball in one hand.]
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Call it bravado, or stupidity, but that fireball thing doesn't scare Puck yet. It's a pretty badass trick, though.]
You gonna sit there all day or what?
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I don't need to stand to obliterate trash like you.
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[He could totally punch the guy where he sits but that would be way too easy.]
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What'd you come up here for, then? I'm not stopping you.
[And here's a yaaaawn.]
If you're too chickenshit then leave.
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